sleeping or waking, the world was a slippery game: fluid stage sets, drift and echo, reflected light. and all of it sifting like salt between numbed fingers. luna lovegood - scamander. magizoologist. she/they. forty three. dreamer. order.
If you told Hermione, when she first met Luna, that one day Luna Lovegood would be counted among her closest friends, she would have laughed you into the next week. And yet here she was, so many years later, with Luna freely coming into the house with no warning, and Hermione herself smiling fondly as she set aside her work and stepped out of her office. Luna was a breath of fresh air, despite everything that had happened, and Hermione was not at all disappointed to set work aside for now in favor of whatever conversation Luna had. No doubt it would be at least as serious and heavy as work, but more enjoyable because it came with a friend.Â
âHello, Luna,â she said as she joined them in the kitchen. âOh that sounds lovely. Iâll get the pot. What sort of tea?â The rest of Lunaâs comment seemed a bit more ominous, but Hermione had to remember that even the most mundane of conversations seemed to have taken on a more ominous tone now. And no matter what, it was both necessary and bearable. Filling the pot with tea, she set it on the stove top and turned back to Luna. âShall we dispense with the small talk in favor of the serious discussion?â
Luna was very much aware of the differences between themselves and Hermione --- where itâd been a source of frustration on many occasions, they now thought of it as a good thing. With Hermioneâs realism and their own way to question reality, they made quite a team, Luna thought. Above all, they both seemed to be honest, and despite their differences, Luna appreciated that greatly. Especially in times like these, where it was sometimes easier to dance around the truth, honesty was the best policy, in Lunaâs eyes.
âI brought some herbs --- mint and thyme and bergamot and chamomile and ...â Luna trailed off for a moment. âEnough to make an interesting mix, I thought. The rest of the ingredients I brought you could use for dinner, sometime? Nasturtium flowers are wonderful in a salad.â And there was the small talk, falling off of Lunaâs tongue with ease, before reality returned to them. âBut yes. I mostly came to talk about the Ministryâs new policies. Youâre the first person I wanted to talk to.â Hermione with her efficiency and determination when it came to equal rights, Luna with her expertise regarding creatures --- once again, Luna realised how their differences made them into a solid team. âItâs despicable, truly.â
WHERE: St Mungoâs.Â
WHEN: March 4th, 2024 @ any time.
WHO: Open to all adults.
âIs there something on my face,â Piper asked suddenly to the person sitting beside her in one of St. Mungoâs waiting rooms. Lowering her voice, she added: âThat man over there wonât staring at me and looking completely horrified, and itâs starting to terrify me in return.â
Luna took a good look at Piper, glad for the distraction --- before she had been trying to find clues regarding an old theory of her father regarding St. Mungoâs ( it included corrupt Healers and the misuse of Dabberblimp poison, and much more details that were a bit fuzzy to her, now ). St Mungoâs made her frustrated --- she didnât like to be confronted with her injury and the reality of the situation, and the hospital did nothing but confront her with the fact that death was sleeping around the corner. ( Luna had never been able to accept mortality -- not just her own, but especially that of others, always questioning what death was, wondering why death felt like an end when life was a circle, never ending, never beginning ----- and the reality was that she and her loved ones were in mortal peril by fighting this fight. Her injury was just another piece of evidence that proved that. ) âI donât see anything out of the ordinary,â she said calmly, eyes traveling to the man. âPerhaps his mind is just a bit fuzzy, donât you think? Could be Wrackspurts.âÂ
listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. iâm not gonna hold ur hand but weâre leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, donât get hung up on it
where: granger-weasley residence
when: march 1, 2024
who: @bloodstraitcr
Birthdays were strange things. Luna barely celebrated their own, not able to relate to a tradition that accepted the construct as time as something solid and constant. Time was relative, bendable, changing, always --- it wasnât as linear as calendars would have you believe; some years taking days or weeks longer than the ones before them. The passing of time made no sense, and so it made no sense to celebrate something yearly.
Another reason why Luna was no fan of celebrating their own birthday was because it hurt. ( That was the main reason, of course, though they wouldnât admit that --- theyâd rather go into a rant on the strangeness of time and how itâs all a social construct than talk about that age old hurt. ) It had started when they turned ten, and their mother hadnât been there to bake a plum pie with them, or sing them a song, or hug them goodnight --- her absence so much more startling on that particular day. Their twelfth birthday -- their first one at Hogwarts -- had not been celebrated at all, besides a gift from their dad, because Luna didnât have anyone to celebrate it with ( and even then, they didnât want to, as it would only remind them of the gap their mother had left ). The habit had stuck. Sometimes they were unable to get out of celebrating their birthday, due to a handful of very persistent friends, but still --- Luna thought birthdays were strange.
And then Harry had died. And Luna had turned forty three and they had longed for Harry, giving her a casual gift and a lopsided grin, but he hadnât come. Somehow, on that day, they had missed him more, when that had seemed so impossible before. Their grief had been unforgiving, snapping at her like a restless wave, pulling and crashing endlessly.
It was Ronâs birthday, now, and Luna had packed a gift for him, not sure if he even wanted it. They assumed that heâd want some company, though, at the very least --- grief seemed to be most manageable when shared, Luna had learned. And so they stepped into the fireplace, a bush of freshly-picked flowers (Â and some Dirigible plums, to help Ron open his mind ) in one hand, present in the other, and flooed to his home.
Once there, covered in soot, Luna moved into the living room, eyes searching for Ron ( or really, any sign of life ) before calling, âRon? Itâs Luna --- your one-person surprise party. I hope itâs no issue I came.â
WHERE: Anywhere that isnât Hogwarts.
WHEN: Anytime between February 25th, 2024, and March 6th, 2024.
WHO: Open to every adult.
âCan you believe it? I just⊠Iâm in shock. Iâm sorry for being this way right now, but I just canât deal with it. Itâs so⊠Dehumanizing. No, thatâs not the right word. Humans are not inherently better than anyone else. Itâs just fucking awful. Oh, shit. Oh for- Please excuse my language. Iâm just a tiny bit angry right now.â
âStop apologising,â said Luna bluntly, nearly interjecting Susan with their sharp tone. They observed her for a moment, comfortably silent. âYou should be angry. I am, too --- Iâm really quite upset over this whole ordeal. Though I suppose it helps that Iâve never trusted the Ministry. Ever since my father found out about the Rotfang conspiracy ...â The only moment Luna had had faith in the Ministry was when Kingsley Shaclebolt and Harry had worked there, and those times were now gone. âWe should get a drink. Tea, I propose.â
                       âlet him try.â
Luna Lovegood was many things to James Potter, but most of all she was constant. Which seemed an odd word to apply to such a person as his godmother, lateral thinker that she was, but she was always, always there, and he couldnât imagine her not being there â and the idea of her in danger was a terrifying one. However, she was also constant in her stubbornness â you wouldnât think it, with a dreamy person like her, but she stuck to her guns, and James recognised that set in her jaw from several conversations sheâd had with Aunt Hermione. âIdeally, none of them will get near enough for it,â he remarked, before shooting a jet of light at someone to their side and stepping forward to flank her. âWhat?â he said, anticipating a question. âIâm not losing you too,â he said, not quite managing the casual tone he was going for, but hoping his smile might split the difference, sad as its shadows might be.
Luna sometimes felt like a speck floating in space, untouched, with no control over where she was going or moving --- just flying to nowhere. And then she would land, and remember the touch of her twins, of her partner, of her friends and their children --- of her family --- and sheâd take control again. Truth was, it was easier to believe in faith and sit by idly, to just let life happen, but Luna had never done what was easy or conventional. And so she fought, even if it meant that her children could end up motherless like she had. ( A terrifying thought, that ate at her, endlessly. )
And so Jamesâ words were like a huge crash in her mind --- she saw Harry, for a moment, still and lifeless. Luna swallowed, and turned to him, eyes hard. âI protect you,â she stated. âNot the other way around.â Because thatâs what she owed Harry, thatâs what he would do if the roles were reversed. He would protect her twins. She would protect his three --- it was an unspoken agreement, a unwritten rule that came with friendship. Her eyes left James, falling on an approaching Death Eater --- a stunning curse left her wand and she returned her gaze to him. âWe work well together, so you should stay.â
where: granger-weasley residence
when: february 26, 2024
who: @brightestwitchxhermione
Itâs not unusual for Luna to show up at a friendâs house unannounced. Especially during these times, where they donât feel comfortable sending owls as a heads up ( itâs not even because of the Rotfang conspiracy, but because of the cold hard fact that thereâs a good chance that she and her friends are being watched ), theyâve nearly stopped giving Hermione the common courtesy of letting her know that theyâre coming over altogether. After knocking on the front door with their signature knock, Luna comes in, basket of freshly picked herbs and flowers in one hand, the other on the doorknob still.
âItâs Luna,â they call, moving into the kitchen, putting the basket down. They nearly start talking about whatâs on their mind all at once, head so full of worries ( and Luna Lovegood isnât a worrier --- but in this climate, how can they not have become one? ) that they donât want to wait. But Luna swallows their words and sits down in stead, their body aching and tired from the short journey. Better to start off a bit calmer --- they already barged into Hermioneâs home, no need to barge in conversation-wise, too. âI brought ingredients for fresh tea. I thought we could talk.â
Luna lets the words sink in. They never had any trouble letting silence linger, never felt the need to fill the void in between words out of fear of feeling uncomfortable, and so thereâs nothing but silence for a while. They think --- would Harry be disappointed? What would he think of what they were doing? ( Heâd be proud, they tell themselves, that youâre continuing the fight, like he would. ) âIf thatâs what you think, then you donât know who Harry is,â is what they eventually say, because they do know him, and they know that he wouldnât be. ( Though the thought does startle Luna , slightly --- so many years were spent uncertain about their friendships with Harry and the others, so many years hoping that they were enough, until they finally realised that they had always been. ) âOr was. A pity, for you -- he was magnificent.âÂ
where: diagon alley
when: january 5th, 2024
who: @storyofwoes
                 âHeâs going to kill you.â
Lunaâs head snapped around when her ears caught those words and --- well, she would be lying if she said she wasnât scared. But Luna was levelheaded, too, and a realist ( in her own way, though ), and she knew that she ran a risk by staying here, that there was a big chance that she was a bigger target than most of them. Leaving wasnât an option, though, with so much at stake, with so many in danger. Luna had never learned to be selfish, and she wasnât going to now. âHeâs going to try,â she corrected, looking at the masked figure, unable to not notice that she seemed young. Her wand was in her hand, and it was aimed at the other without hesitation, despite the age gap between them. âExpelliarmus!â There were no more words wasted on any more petty conversation --- Luna saw no point in conversing with a masked figure, with a coward --- and there was a sharp, clear determination in her voice that felt almost strange to her, despite how easily it came to her.
@valianc asked me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song ( above the clouds of pompeii -- bearâs den ) as a starter ( meme. accepting. )
âI was too young to understand.â Luna let their words hang in the air for a moment, not uncomfortable with the silence. The topic weighed heavy on them and they didnât mind taking her time. âWhen my mother died ----- I didnât comprehend it until I was older.â Luna reconsidered their words, closed their eyes for a moment in thought. Their motherâs death remained a sore spot, even now. âI think itâs still a mystery, actually.â They remembered, for a moment, how their mother had been alive one second and then --- a crash and a bang and a lot of light and nothing. While nothing about this situation was good, they supposed it was a blessing that James hadnât had to witness his fatherâs death, at the very least. ( Of course, they wished Harry was just here, and that they didnât have to have this conversation. ) Luna took a sip from their drink, met Jamesâ eyes and smiled sadly. âDeath is a mystery Iâve not yet solved, Iâm afraid.â
What memories would your muse be shown if they were in the presence of a Dementor, and what physical reaction would they have?
Her motherâs death. It was one of the darkest chapters of her life, and itâs the one she can envision best ----- Harryâs death is, of course, more recent and more raw and painful, I think, but she doesnât have a memory as painful as the one of seeing her mother dying. That memory was a trauma for a long time and itâs still not entirely resolved because, well, she wasnât given the tools to heal herself. She was a child when it happened and her father didnât offer the right support, and no one else gave it to her either ----- she found her ways of dealing with the trauma, but they werenât perfect. And how do you deal with that, when youâre nine years old, and you watched your mother die in a gruesome way? Is there even a good way, when it in itself is so bad?Â
The memory is a sore spot. A bruise on Lunaâs life thatâs not yet faded, that continues to hurt when pressed, an ache she forgets thatâs there until something bumps against it and reminds her of what she lost. The memory is still scary and painful and harsh and gruesome. She prefers to ignore its existence.
I donât think Luna would feint --- I think she would go pale and quiet and turn into herself, the way she did as a child. Thatâs what feels safest. Zone out, shut out the world, and move around on copilot.
Is your muse capable of casting a corporeal Patronus? And if so, what form does it take and what memories does your muse use to cast it?
Luna is capable of casting a corporeal Patronus! It takes the form of the hare. Hares are from a young age quite independent and Luna learned to be that as well. In East Asian culture, hares and rabbits are affiliated with the moon, which fits her perfectly, as her name means moon, too. Hares are swift and shy and solitary creatures --- I think that fits Luna well. Sheâs not shy, per se, but sheâs not outgoing either. Sheâs solitary in a way that she is good at being alone and fending for herself ( though this has definitely changed since she married & had the twins ). I think Luna is swift in her thinking.
Memory-wise, Luna thinks of her friends and family. Easy. Those are the things that give her most joy in life, the things that make her feel grounded and accepted and loved and --- thatâs what it all comes down to, I think. She thinks of her marriage day and watching the twins grow up and nights spend with her friends and so much more.
What would your muse see if they gazed into the Mirror of Erised?
Right now? Harry. Luna is quite content in life, I think, and doesnât wish for much --- sheâs not a materialistic person, and has a stellar family and career. But Harry, Harry is gone and itâs like a piece was ripped from her life, and thereâs no way she can twist and turn that reality and make it better.
Itâs just horrific. It just hurts. Itâs plain and simple. Death is a mystery, and Luna lives and breathes mysteries, but this is one she doesnât want to discover.
She just wants Harry back.
She wants Harry back, not just for herself, but for his children most of all, and for Ginny, and for the rest of his family. She wants Harry back because itâs right, because it was wrong that he died ----- and thatâs not to say that itâs ever right when people die, because thereâs no fairness in death, but Harry is Harry and Harry is one of her first ever friends and sheâs familiar with grief, but NOTÂ like this. She wants Harry back. Itâs simple. And maybe itâs selfish, because other people have died and other people are going to die but ---- Luna is human. She aches. She longs. She cannot stand to see his children broken and the world around her ripped from out under her.
So when she looks into that mirror, itâs Harry on her side, and heâs laughing and healthy and the world is still wrong, but at least thatâs still right.
â She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. â SARAH PAULSON? No, thatâs actually LUNA LOVEGOOD-SCAMANDER. Only FORTY-TWO years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as a MAGIZOOLOGIST and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be ECCENTRIC, BLUNT, and UNSELF-CRITICAL but also NONCONFORMING, INNOVATIVE, and PERCEPTIVE.
LINKS: stats, pinboard, character tag.
CHARACTER PARALLELS: orla mccool (derry girls), misty day (ahs), dale cooper (twin peaks), phoebe buffay (friends)
HELLO once again a note from me mar, that a lot of this is open to discussion and alteration as iâm going off the little canon that i have and because luna is a character with a few already existing ties. so yep! this is all up for discussion! yeet! also i apologise for the length of the history section akdfhsdkjf. also i always forget that luna is married to rolf so pls remind me x
history
lunaâs parents were traveling when they became pregnant with her and decided that they would settle in whatever place their child would come to earth --- a game of chance, perhaps, but one of fate, too, they thought. theyâd always been dreamers, romanticists, adventurers, and why not let their child decided where theyâd end up, even before her birth? and so they settled near a small town in south west england, where luna was born under a full moon and thus named luna. for the moon, that had followed her traveling parents everywhere they went, for the moon, the only thing that would be able to match their childâs powerful and mysterious spirit, for the moon, which she was born under.
the house they lived in was built by her parents, and luna loved it. the house twisted and curled and offered plenty of room for her imagination, from day one. life growing up was complete, was free, it was close to perfect ---- and yet, somehow, it shattered.
[ parental death, trauma tw ] at nine years old, luna watched her mother day. it was supposed to be a day of excitement --- every time her brilliant mother invented a new charm, they would have an extravagant dinner and celebrate until way too late and laugh widely and loudly. nothing like that happened. luna watched her mother die in stead and hammered on her chest to try and get her heart to start beating again but nothing, nothing, nothing worked. the world was a mystery and death was, too, but still one thing was clear: her mother was gone, in one way or another.
luna struggled to accept this truth, as she often did with truths. her father grew fragile and obsessive and she grew nervous and quiet and good at being on her own. she started painting and tried to combat flashbacks to that day during the day, only to have nightmares at night. having a wide imagination was a gift, most of the time, but with this, it was a curse.
luna was traumatised. simple as that. her father wasnât the best support system, but he was there in a way. the roles of father-daughter shifted, slightly, as luna took care of him, too, but he was still there. and so the last two years before hogwarts were hard. terribly, horribly hard. it was trying to learn how to live in a house where something so vital was missing. it was tryign to understand what death was, which is something that simply refuses to be understood. it was fucking hard. period. (not that luna admits that to herself, even now.) [ end of tws ]
luna arrived at hogwarts and was sorted into ravenclaw very quickly and easily. she noticed that she was odd --- or, actually, other people noticed that she was and told it to her, and she shrugged her shoulders and kept moving on. luna had grown reclusive after the death of her mother, and didnât mind not fitting in. it was lonely, sure, but she didnt see a reason to befriend people who looked down on her beliefs. she didnât mind being called loony, but when her belongings started to disappear, she grew angry, deep down. she let most comments and acts of cruelty slide off her back, but when a bad word was muttered about her father ( who she already worried so so much about ), she was prone to explosion.
but she was lonely, and then she was not. the details are fuzzy, but at one point she found friends at hogwarts! finally! she did it! luna learned to come out of her shell, learned how to handle compassion ( though clumsily and in her own way, of course ) and the wonderous world of having friends. she painted them on her ceiling and loved and laughed and ---- things were good. she loved. she laughed. she wasnât alone, and while she had never considered herself alone or lonely, it wasnt until she gained friends that she realised that she had been awfully alone.
upon graduation, luna took to the world. she traveled far and wide and learned from amazing, genius people across the world. she studied magizoology and wrote her first essay on a newly discovered species a year into her travels. she returned home often enough, of course, to see how her father was doing, to see her friends. friendship had once been a scary and new thing to luna, but as she grew older, it became natural and easy and something she couldnt do without.
at some point, she and fellow magizoologist rolf scamander got it going. they married, had a pair twins and a new chapter of lunaâs life opened up. once again, the complete details about her and rolf meeting are fuzzy, but i imagine it was LIT. i do think she settled more, then, especially when the twins were born. luna hadnât really had rooted herself down after graduation ( the cottage she owned in the hills of england was a home she barely called a home, as she wasnât there much ), but that did change.
luna is still the person she was before, sheâs just more. sheâs more grounded, but not any less in love with keeping her eyes wide open and her head in the skies. sheâs a parent. sheâs married. sheâs got a successful career and a group of people surrounding her that she loves. she has grown up, but she hasnât compromised. sheâs learned how to use perspective and how to be more subtle, without shedding eccentricity or open mindedness.
the quibbler, by the way, still exists and has grown into even more of an underground, activistic magazine. luna writes for it every month.
[ grief, death tw ] so things were going well, and then everything changed. grief came into her life again. Â harry is dead â harry, one of her first friends, harry, who named his daughter after her, harry, who she loved. friendship is something incredibly important to luna â she painted the faces of her first ones on her bedroom wall, once â and when he died, she got scared by how grief took a hold of her. the first time she lost someone that significant to her, she was much younger, you see, and dealing with shock & trauma as well. this time, she was an adult, settled and grown up. she is more aware of her grief, and that is TERRIFYING.
sheâs also less passive in her mourning. before, she was a kid. family friends visited and her father was on her side. now, sheâs a parent, a friend; she visits the kids of friends in stead and sticks on ginnyâs and everyone elseâs side, in stead. luna might come across unfazed or disconnected from her pain, as she talks about it like she is, but she is not: she has her own way of mourning (as everyone does) and she can say some really Truthful and Raw shit at times.
she misses him so much. thatâs what it boils down to. she misses him so fucking much. [ end of tws ]
of course she helps reinstate the order. thereâs no question about it. luna doesnât feel like a revolutionist or a soldier, but she does know how to fight, and she does know what is right. sheâs good at strategy and defense, mostly, and at keeping spirits high and offering new perspectives.
so here we have luna: a parent, a fighter on the frontlines, a friend. sheâs determined. sheâs horribly saddened. sheâs still herself, despite everything.
personality & tidbits
i think i already touched on this but i think it never hurts to repeat yourself so --- luna is a more grounded individual, at this point. she still has her head in the clouds, but her feet are standing solidly on the ground. sheâs a dreamer, yes, but more of a realist, too. ( nothing like one of your best friends dying to make you realise how shit the world is, after all. ) luna isnât very different from the luna we know in canon, but sheâs matured. sheâs more. sheâs gone through a lot of positive development.
luna is constantly and always in awe of the friends and family she has, especially because she was so lonely for the biggest chunk of her youth. sheâs extremely loyal and defensive of them.
luna is agender and has been aware of this for ... most of her life, really? she thinks gender is a big old construct and one she doesnât want to apply to herself. if others do, she of course doesnât mind or judge --- sheâs veyr openminded when it comes to gender and sexuality. she prefers both she/her and they/them pronouns --- sometimes she doesnât mind which one people use, and sometimes she will prefer one over the other.
is good at trying to keep up morale without it being an escapist ... kind of situation? offers fresh perspectives a lot, likes being a positive force and yes, sometimes it is easier to focus on the positive, and she will, then.
she really loves the stars and moon and astronomy and astrology!!! wow!!!!!!!
wears iconic outfits and we ALL know it
idk what more to write ive already written so MUCH
possible plots
first of all? i would love someone who can be kind of a mentee? because fuck yeah? i love that? any other magizoologists in this building that need some mentoring? hit me up!!!!
same goes for the quibbler, if your character somehow writes for the quibbler, hmu? i think xeno is still the editor but lbr the man is OLD
fellow trio era characters should hit me up so we can talk about the good old school days and CRIE
order members that are ?????????????????? at luna, that are a bit skeptical, etc etc?
fellow art buds
death eaters that want 2 eliminate her ig lets angst this up
idk luna is fairly easy to plot with so just hmu and we can figure something out!!!!
mollyâs stiff fingers curled around the scalding mug of hot chocolate in front of her but she made no move to drink, instead choosing to focus on the person sitting across from her. a small collection of brightly colored paper bags rested near her feet; last-minute christmas pickups from owl orders. she was due at the burrow for the annual celebration in a few hoursâ time, but chose to take the time to sit, appreciate the snowfall. trouble was brewing on the streets outside. sheâd seen the flyers, and theyâd sent a chill harsher than the bitter winds of london rushing through her. she tried to keep the stress off of her face.Â
âitâs good to see you.âÂ
Lunaâs gifts didnât often come from shops, but the appliances she needed to make her gifts did, which meant that she, too, had fallen victim to the horrible reality of last-minute Christmas shopping. She wasnât usually late with preparing her gifts, but she also wasnât usually leading a rebellion group in a world on the brink of war --- these were confusing times, to say the least. And yet --- she would not give up on her presents, nor the prospect of a nice evening with her family. She was in need of a breather, though, of a moment to collect her thoughts and inspiration and make a proper list of things she needed. A steaming mug of herbal tea seemed, in that moment, like the best option.
When her ears picked up Molly Weasleyâs voice, Luna was affirmed in her choice, smiling at the other. âLikewise, Molly,â she said, closing her hands around her reusable travel mug. She hadnât planned on staying, but she might reconsider. âItâs quite eerie outside, isnât it? Not just because itâs nearly Christmas, I think, though that doesnât help.â
@oncherche asked me to use a line from the last TV show I watched ( marvelâs runaways ) as a starter ( meme. accepting. )
âThe truth is, you never know what's going on in someone's mind, even someone you love,â said Luna, her fingers traveling over her kitchen table absentmindedly, painting invisible pictures on the wood. She thought she could imagine how Ginny felt, though, if only slightly. She thought that if she were to read her friends mind, she would find the darkness people called grief and no tools to make it go away. It was endlessly frustrating, she found. âGinnyâs strong. Sheâll stay afloat.â
Luna met Fleurâs eyes, wondering if theyâd sit at this kitchen table if Harry was still alive --- were they just in each otherâs company right now because theyâd both lost the same person, strung together by tragedy? It was a strange thing. Curious, even. She tried not to think of it too much -- Luna liked Fleurâs company, and she should have faith in the idea that the other felt the same about her. âBut how are you?â It was a question she might have avoided asking years ago, but Luna had long ago learned that compassion came in many forms, and even she could offer it, albeit less traditionally. âI might not be able to read your mind, but you could lift the veil a little.â
Yes, Luna Lovegood was all too familiar with grief. It had replaced her mother and had given her a dark edge that she hid in her stomach. Grief was thestrals and feeling anger for no reason and longing for something that had long gone. There was no explanation for grief, no animal that snuck between your ears and made you sad, or a plant that changed the way oxygen flowed: it was simply there. Nothing magical about it. Which was why Luna hated it. Things as plain and dark and grief were not interesting. They were hard to swallow when they lived in your heart and even harder to see in the eyes of those you love.
excerpt from âginger & lemonâ, a fic i will never finish.
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