ecleticmuses :: Laughter
It almost sounds surreal - laughter. After everything, it sounds so foreign and strange, but welcome to her ears nonetheless. She can't remember the last time the sound escaped her lips, but it's here, now, and she likes it. She's become all too familiar with the sounds of crying and anguish, but she's optimistic that the sweeter sound will dull that familiarity in time.
She's with Harry and Ron, and things feel as close to normal as they can for now. There's a bottle of firewhiskey shared between them, sitting on the floor of Harry's godfather's home. They're in the living room, seated on the floor, because once they felt the room spinning, she decided then it was wise to move to the floor making it thereby impossible to fall and get hurt. And they laughed. The boys laughed, which made her laugh.
She feels warm and safe - it's been so long, and she's happy to let the feelings wash over her. She tells them it's nice to laugh again, and they share a momentarily solemn glance. But, Ronald's arm is around her now and she truly believes that perhaps everything is normal again.