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As he got closer to her, he noticed she seemed to get a little more, well..he didn't know. She seemed a bit tense, but it didn't seem right to explain it that way. She appeared comfortable, but different.
As she squeezed his hand, he smiled a little stronger at her and slid his hand around her and squeezed her to say thank you for her care, and thank you for being his rock. He laid his head on her shoulder and sighed.
As she seemed to be processing his answer, he saw a look come across her face that combined confusion and sadness. She seemed to find it hard to accept that muggles might do this. "I wish I could tell you differently. I overheard conversations my father had with his friends who would be talking about odd occurrences and dad had such venom in his responses when one would suggest a supernatural cause. Dad would almost become violent with the men in the village who suggested anything remotely related to magic, so wantingto keep his magical family a secret."
Nia's hair had fallen forwards and she swept in back loosely with her fingers so she could see Elan properly again. It was getting almost too long nowadays, but at the same time she didn't have the heart to get it cut. She loved the flexibility of long hair, even if it did get in the way. She tucked it over her shoulders so it hopefully wouldn't fall forward again too soon.
She felt his return squeeze, and Nia smiled as Elan laid his head on her shoulder. It seemed as if he was relaxing a little, which could only be good. With that thought in mind, she tilted her head onto his. It felt right.
She couldn't straighten the thoughts in her head. She was too used to getting on alongside muggles - she'd been brought up close to both her magical and muggle grandparents, and loved both. Never had there been an issue with her ability to do magic. Not even when they when muggle shopping in town, or went to the cinema. It'd always just seemed so normal to have the best of both.
It was only as Elan explained further she began to understand his father's world. "It must have been difficult for him..." she said softly. "I guess moreso as you learnt more." She paused. "It probably made it worse in the end though...fearing it. When it probably was noway as bad as he thought. You only have to watch Muggle movies to see where superstitition and imagination takes them."