The Eagle and The Lion
"Neville!" the Ravenclaw had called out as she approached the Gryffindor table. But as she looked, she didn't see him. She asked some of the House students of the table if they have seen Neville Longbottom anywhere. But all they could answer with was a shake of their heads rather absent-mindedly before continuing their conversations, most of it involving Quidditch. The Ravenclaw sighed lightly in defeat. She walked back to her table, wondering if her brother would help her find him. But when she got back to the table, Callum was gone, too!
Magnilda decided to check the library. She remembered the small announcement that Dumbledore made the day before; in kindness, the headmaster was going to allow a longer breakfast for last minute studying. So some students must be hanging out in the library---most of them being 6th and 7th years, of course. She couldn't altogether understand why her brother would even be in there, studying, when there was no exam he could study for. The Ravenclaw stepped inside of the library, searching for Neville and her brother. After going down two rows of shelves, she finally spotted them down the restricted section. It seemed deserted; no one was there except themselves. She raised an eyebrow, wondering why they would possibly be here.
The two looked as if they were speaking to each other and now had turned their attention to the approaching, curious Magnilda. Neville gave her his crooked smile, and Callum grinned.
"Oh. . . Er, hey, Magnilda." the 7th year decided to try and break the sudden awkward silence that had settled upon them.
"Hullo. Uh, what are you guys doing here?"
"We were talking. Anyway, everything's sorted out, no worries. I suppose I should leave you two alone now. But don't be too long, if you know Madam Pince!" Callum patted his sister's shoulder, turned his head toward Neville and nodded. The 17 year old had nodded back, watching as the 3rd year turned and walked away.
Magnilda Marten just stood there, utterly confused.
"What was he talking about? 'Sort' what out? What-" she begun asking questions but was interrupted as the 7th year Gryffindor toward her, kissing her softly on the lips before pulling away. The 6th year Ravenclaw blinked a few times, feeling her cheeks heat up. She stared up in the eyes of the boy she knew she truly loved. A love she couldn't run away from or even ignore.
"Listen, Neville. I---"
"I know. I love you, too." Neville had interrupted her, looking at her back, his cheeks as red as her own. Magnilda smiled, hugging him tightly. Surprised for a moment, Neville returned the embrace. After a while, they pulled away, allowing their eyes to wonder around nervously at the bookshelf and ceiling of the library. And then Magnilda turned her attention to the Gryffindor, locking her eyes with his, and kissed him, her eyes closed.
Neville had slowly closed his own eyes, holding her face gently in his hands as he kissed back, their bodies moving a bit closer to each other.
The eagle finally understood and found love.
The lion finally found the love he was looking for.
And both---despite their differences---couldn't have been any happier.