Theo looked down at his own wand, the ebony fibers laced together in an intricate pattern. "And take this, you may need it." He pushed it into Luna’s hand, her cerulean eyes glistened up at him, while Hermione and Theo had been building themselves up, preparing for this exact moment. Luna’s fight had been stolen from her, she looked like a deer caught in headlights, the wand hung loosely in her palm, her eyes pleaded with him but no words were spoken. 