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May 2, 1998
One shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended: and then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheers and the roars of the watchers rent the air. The fierce new sun dazzled the windows as they thundered toward him, and the first to reach him were Ron and Hermione, and it was their arms that were wrapped around him, their incomprehensible shouts that deafened him. Then Ginny, Neville, and Luna were there, and then all the Weasleys and Hagrid, and Kingsley and McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout, and Harry could not hear a word that anyone was shouting, nor tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last —
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; Chapter 36 - The Flaw in the Plan
(Source: yer-a-starkid)
First I get a glimpse of the blonde braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. I have the same reaction I did the day Effie Trinket called her name at the reaping. At least, I must go limp, because I find myself at the base of the flagpole, unable to account for the last few seconds. Then I am pushing my way through the crowd just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. Im almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because just for a moment, she catches sight of me and her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off. (Mockingjay)
(Source: ihavetokeephimalive)
Peeta rolls his eyes at Haymitch. “She has no idea. The effect she can have.” He runs his fingernail along the wood grain in the table, refusing to look at me.
