All The Little Creatures

She lifted her little hand and opened it, revealing a soft, peach coloured palm. I watched her palm, waiting for something to appear, but nothing did. Instead, the small hand was raised even higher, and it was soon out of my view. I felt it rest on my cheek. My lips parted in shock and in odd satisfaction from how wonderful her cool hand felt on my bruised cheek.
The story of Xenophilius Lovegood and the woman he loved.