@parvatibrownpatil asked me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter ( meme // accepting // unfinished sympathy by massive attack )
“I don't know where this one came from.” Her voice airy, distant, as she held up one of the flyers that had come down on the crowds when things had gone dark. Luna had scanned the contents during the remainder of the speeches, unable to look away, eyes continually coming back to the name Neville Longbottom. The irony wasn’t lost on Luna — her friend had once made Hogwarts feel safe again, and now that he was gone, that too, had gone. She looked at Parvati, eyes wide, lips pushed together. She didn’t want to speak about the flyers, despite all the concerns she felt at their messages, as well as a certain pride. They could talk about them later, at an Order member; there was something else stirring inside her.
“Do you remember, how it was for us?,” she asked in stead, never one to beat around the bush. “To live in a castle ruled by Death Eaters? And rebel?” Luna spent a moment folding the flyer, slipping the square that was left in one of her pockets. Her mind was racing, thinking about how her and Parvati’s children were stuck in a similar world, now, how they might be fighting this war, too. A desperation settled in her stomach. “I understand why my father gave up Harry, now, back then.” A pause. Now even Luna struggled with the truth, despite the fact that it always forced its way out. “If Lorcan or Lysander were to get hurt — I’m not sure what I’d do.”
