He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said that she ran every time he tried to discuss his feelings with her. She had run every single time, into the arms of some obnoxious stranger until she grew bored of him too. Then she’d run again, right back to Neville. If she didn’t stay too long, if she didn’t tell him too much, if she kept building up the wall around her, maybe then she wouldn’t get hurt again. Because he was right about that too, she was scared. And when he gave her that ultimatum, she did the only thing she knew how. She ran. 