This Doesn't Feel Real [closed]

[chase_em]

It had been a little less than a week since his mother was attacked. The best and most attentive Healers were at her side day and night, new Potions hooked up to her veins every two hours, keeping her stable but the wounds weren't yet close to fixing themselves. It was frustrating and terrifying, Jonah never this close to tragedy before. All of his

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[dearest_ella]

Ella tucked one foot up beneath her, pulling the other knee in against her chest as she shifted on the stiff excuse for a couch-like seat to properly face him, both hands reaching down to wrap around his

[dearest_ella]

Ella's eyes instinctively fluttered shut as Jonah's lips pressed against her cheek, a wavering sort of smile pulling at her lips despite the generally downcast mood of the chilly waiting room, her hand reaching up to lightly cradle his face, leaning into that brush of contact and warmth.

"I'm sure. Go on," she said quietly, leaning back just enough to catch his eye with a solid, reassuring nod. "Better you sleep here than on a broom thirty feet off the ground during practice."

[chase_em]

He let out a breath of laughter, trying to imagine Angelina moving to catch him or something, if he fell from his broom. He'd fallen before. He'd manage somehow.

But still, the invitation was far too welcoming and Jonah couldn't help but fall and nestle against her lap, bringing his body up onto the seat as he tucked his hands against his chest.

"You are far more comfortable than plummeting six stories-" he reasoned, his eyes fluttering shut.