Miranda felt like shutting her eyes and hiding in the front of Ralph's shirt, she felt like crying, she felt like shaking and screaming because---she was a Gryffindor, yes, but she was not meant for this. She was not meant to fight, she couldn't understand the need to fight. She'd gone out to the peace rally and in her near mania she had performed admirably...but the moment she had gotten home she'd cried, broken down into tears and couldn't stop for hours. Miranda just could not be part of the war in this manner.
But--it would hurt more to just stand here, beside Ralph, and crumble. He was the only thing that she'd give her life for, and if standing up and pulling out her wand right now meant that he could have another second on this Earth----Merlin's beard, she'd become so morbid and dramatic (in the serious ways, not the childish manners she had been so prone to--), but it was the truth. Right now, in this war, Ralph was what she was fighting for, so--
Miranda pulled out her wand, her other hand wiping some tears away as the sounds coming up and down the stairwell grew louder, as the lights continued to bounce up and down the walls and creating great billowing shadows.
"I'm sorry I gave your ring back," she said, keeping her eyes on the stairs to watch for the first dark cloak of the impending death eater attack, but her free hand went to grab Ralph's, "I'd marry you tonight if I could--"
Miranda feared the finality in her voice, but all of their exits were blocked! Any route of escape was filled to the brim with death eaters. She had to let him know.
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