Theo let Luna wrap her arms around his middle to help him walk over to where Draco sat at the end of the worn oak table, Luna's corkscrew bag at his feet. Theo didn't need her help, of course, his legs didn't splinch. It just felt so good to have her pressed against his side, tucked under his arm where she was safe. Being near her, having her silken curls fall over his arm, hearing her lilting Irish accent, seeing her smile dreamily, It all made Theo feel whole for the first time. The well of emptiness that existed inside him was full to the brim with her seawater stare every time she was near enough to touch. He thought he knew what having a soul bond would be like, understanding the premise easily enough. No one could explain this however, nothing could have prepared him for the pure unadulterated yearning he had for her. Every second of the day was consumed by thoughts, daydreams, and ideas of their life.