He could see the whole garden from his room and his eyes were drawn to the oak tree. It looked strong, solid, like it would stand for another four hundred years. Especially now that it was warded from lightning. Maybe he should get that symbol tattooed onto his arm.

Baby, you gonna write me some Bran/Will?

Harry is sweet with anyone. And Neville needs people to be sweet to him. And your sweets are the sweetest!