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Edward Penguin 
Elan felt her adjust her hair, which he noticed seemed to have gotten longer. He whispered to her, "Your hair is pretty." He didn't think it necessary to put too much of a description into the statement. As she rested her head on his, he just sat there.
When she commented on the irrational behavior of muggles, he only nodded. He reflected a little bit on the fact that until he got his letter, he wasn't even aware there was a magical world and he wondered if he would have reacted with the same fear his father had if he had been confronted with the reality of magic in such a way.
He spied a roll and reached over and bit into it absently, as he felt he needed to do something to eat.
A touch of colour came to Nia's cheeks as Elan whispered those words. After all he had lost, and how upset he'd been, he still managed to compliment her hair. Her hair that wasn't even styled. All she'd done was pull it back from her face. He had managed to make her feel special - despite everything else. Despite the fact she was meant to be comforting him.
"Thanks," she said, hoping her face now didn't feel too warm against his hair. "It's not like I've done anything to it though - it's just kinda grown quite a bit." She gave a small laugh at what she'd said, though at the same time thought it might be entirely inappropriate.
She left Elan in his thoughts about presumely his father's actions and the line of how much muggles might suspect. She was relieved then to see him pick up a roll, and though he didn't appear to be eating it hungrily, it perhaps showed he was feeling better. She smiled, and reached out for her fork. Maybe part of her was now feeling hungry again too, as Elan seemed to be feeling better. She stabbed a dumpling, and nibbled at is slowly.