"No, no... Those aren't the words," he murmured, wedging himself into whatever space in the tiny train care not already occupied by one curly-haired Gryffindor. Luna was... somewhere nearby, which made him inexplicably happy. Right then, he wanted to keep her close to him forever and ever.

He wanted a lot of things just then, including butterbeer and pumpkin pasties, but none of those explained his need to climb in next to this girl, whom he remembered had once been his sworn enemy.

"I wrote them. I would know."