Luna Skips

An open mind is the greatest gift you can give yourself. So why not open yours today? Quibblers for sale, seven sickles a copy!

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⋚ ooh interesting [lunaskips]

They are the same height. As far as Seamus knows, it’s not a half-faerie thing. Most likely, anyway

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Open Starter, DH Year

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“Luna.”

Lost in her thoughts, it had taken about as long for the other girl’s presence to register on Ginny as it had for Luna to notice her. It was only as she lowered the robes, her nostrils full of a scent that was unmistakably Harry that Ginny realised she was no longer alone.

Where anyone else might have got an abrupt response from her, however, the sound of Luna’s voice prompted the redhead’s lips to curve upwards into something that at least resembled a smile. Craving solitude, Ginny might have been; but somehow, she didn’t mind in the slightest if it was Luna who intruded on that.

Luna was, to all intents and purposes, Ginny’s safe person; not only her best friend these days, but someone who she wouldn’t hesitate to trust with even her worst moments.

Turning, however - catching sight of the bruises across Luna’s face - was enough to rob Ginny of even her would-be smile. Any other year, she would have been asking who was to blame in an instant, would have hexed the responsible party into next week–

This year, she could guess with almost certainty that the Carrows or their supporters were the cause; and attacking them outright would only cause worse trouble along the line.

Still, it didn’t mean she had to like seeing her friend injured like this.

Before she could ask what had happened, Luna was speaking again, and Ginny’s gaze wandered back to the robes she was clutching. In truth, she hadn’t been thinking of anything of the sort - never mind it potentially being unlucky, Harry’s robes were at least a couple of sizes too big for her, and she would have spent as much time managing them as seeking out the snitch - but even so, she didn’t correct Luna, just allowed her friend to speak.

And let her mind wander in Harry’s direction once more…

She was immediately returned to the present as Luna spoke again, however. Clearly, the blonde had caught on to something of what she was feeling, and while Ginny would usually try and remain looking strong, no matter what… the offer was one she couldn’t bring herself to turn down.

“I don’t know; but it has to be worth a try, doesn’t it?”

She took a step back from the railing, letting her arms fall open enough to allow Luna to do her thing. The redhead wasn’t one to seek out physical comfort much, it was something she tended to feel that she’d grown out of a few years back - but right now, she felt, could be the exception.

And, as she did, Ginny strove for a conversational tone as she directed the subject away from herself for a moment.

“But tell me what happened to you? You couldn’t look much worse if you’d gone a couple of rounds in a muggle boxing ring with Grawp.”

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Luna bent down and placed first the jug and then the cloth neatly on the ground then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ginny without bothering to delay or say anything else. The Gryffindor girl was not only her friend, she was Luna’s first friend, and that was only one of the multitude of things that made Ginny special. She squeezed tight, palms resting on Ginny’s shoulder blades, and rested her cheek against the other girl’s shoulder, letting Ginny take as long with the hug as she wanted.

Luna didn’t hug a lot of people at school, not because she had anything against hugging; it was a form of expression she quite liked. There simply weren’t a lot of people at Hogwarts who ever seemed like they would like a hug from Luna, and generally she found that holding hands worked better anyway. But this year she’d been hugging a lot more people, mostly young Ravenclaws and sometimes other members of the D.A., and she thought she’d been getting rather good at the gesture, actually. When she hugged somebody she tried less to think about how it felt when she hugged her dad and more about how it had felt when she got hugged by her mum -- not that there was anything wrong with daddy’s hugs, but she figured that everybody could use a little bit of Bora’s maternal warmth these days even if it came filtered through Luna’s memory.

She could feel Ginny’s voice rumble in her own chest when the other girl spoke and Luna grinned; it almost tickled. “I’m not sure that Grawp would fit in a ring that Muggles keep boxes in, although I suppose it would depend on how large the boxes are so perhaps he would,” Luna observed. “You do mean Professor Hagrid’s brother Grawp, yes? Not some other Grawp? I’m sure it’s a common name somewhere,” she said fairly. “I’m not sure I would like to be inside a ring with him though,” Luna continued, turning her head slightly so that Ginny’s shoulder wouldn’t muffle her words. “I’m sure he’s a very nice person, but any ring that is large enough to fit him would likely be far too big for me.” She hadn’t met the brother of their Care of Magical Creatures teacher, but she had heard about him from her other friends, and even if they were -- as some of them had a habit of doing -- exaggerating his height, he still had to be very tall.

“At any rate,” she said cheerfully, quite oblivious to Ginny’s point, “he didn’t have anything to do  with it. It was Hannah Abbott, from Hufflepuff. She’s been growing these lovely little flowers and she gave me one to put in my hair and--oh...” Luna’s voice trailed off and her face fell with dismay as the hand that had been patting at the side of her head -- the one opposite the paintbrush -- came away empty. “Oh, it must have fallen out, I suppose. What a shame, it was very pretty...”

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“In the country.” Which probably sounded a little like a riddle game, like he was being purposefully indirect. But it was the truth, too. “Everyone stayed This-Side seeing as otherwise I might have been an infant forever and drive them ever more mad.”  That wasn’t the real reason, that had more to do with family and ‘proper place to raise children’, but it seemed right enough as it was. 

He was contemplating letting her know that he did know a way to get back–but that he wasn’t sure if it would be Back To Where She Wanted or Back To Some Place New. Faerie spaces weren’t always clear cut, didn’t always have paths to the Right Place and could be dangerous because of that. Telling her could get her and her father in trouble as easily as it could get them home.

Her advice was rather nice all the same and he took to his drink to avoid it for a moment. “Maybe,” he offered. “But depending on what you’re guessing you could find trouble if you race to it.” 

He drummed his fingers a moment before nodding. “Alright,” he said, as though they had been in a different conversation this whole time. “I could, perhaps, show you a way in–but it might not be In-In. The Right Place. It could be The Wrong Place and if I do you have to promise,” Because Promises Were Important Things. “Not to sell or half sell or think about offering anything to anyone without thinking for at least a half an hour first.”

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Luna nodded seriously, as though that were a perfectly logical explanation, which it really wasn’t -- at least not from how daddy had explained time on the Other Side and the way it felt when it passed, or didn’t -- and said, “We don’t live in the city at all. Daddy and I have a house in the country too. It’s about three hours...that way,” she pointed in a vaguely Western direction. We travel around a lot though, because you never what you’re going to learn where.” Quite suddenly she bent over her tea and took a long, deep sniff before reaching for the sugar and carefully measuring-out a heaping spoonful which she followed by a second before she stirred the now-gritty mixture around several times to let the little crystals dissolve before she took a drink. From her contented smile the sickly-sweet liquid must have been to her taste.

“That’s true,” Luna agreed happily, stirring a little more. “You never know what you’ll find. That’s why I always try and keep an open mind for everything.”

She slurped her tea quietly as she waited, not impatient or flustered, while he thought. When he spoke she put the tea down and listened with her full attention, not blinking, until he was done talking. “All right,” she agreed with a smile, “I think I would enjoy that no matter if it’s the same Other Side that mum came from or a different one. The Wrong Place would, I’m sure, be quite interesting too. Thank you,” she said politely, and added seriously, “and I promise to delay any sales or bargains for at least half an hour. What a clever idea, to make sure that you really want what you buy and really don’t want what you sell. I will have to tell daddy about that shopping method -- although I expect there are several store clerks who will be less than enamored with it.

“When would you like to go?” she asked.

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luna and seamus, for anon ;)

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Open Starter, DH Year

“Harry…”

It was more a murmur, a soft sound uttered under her breath, than anything else. Even if the name had been voiced aloud, there was no-one about to hear her, at least as far as Ginny was aware. The astronomy tower was never in use during the day; in fact, it was technically off-limits to students at all when no in class. She shouldn’t be up here, never mind anyone else.

Still.

There weren’t many places in the school one could go for a bit of privacy. Ginny didn’t want to reduce herself to hiding out in a bathroom - not that even that would have been private, what with Moaning Myrtle - so when she’d found herself longing for that, particularly when she had a free period between classes, there was little to do but bend a few rules.

Actually… privacy wasn’t what she wanted most. Ginny did a good job of hiding any of her feelings on the matter, a good job of staying strong in spite of everything this year. Even being tortured by the Carrows hadn’t yet broken her down.

But inwardly? Inwardly, she yearned for Harry something fierce, a gnawing worry at her heart for his safety. Where was he now, what was he doing? And did he miss her as desperately as she missed him at times like this?

Standing at the tower’s edge, Ginny stared out into the miserable weather, clutching what appeared to be a bundle of crimson fabric to her chest, just wondering and hoping. The heavy rain splattered her face and uniform, exposed to the elements as she was up here, but the redhead either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Her mind was a million miles away, with Harry, wherever he might be.

Long minutes passed before the Weasley girl finally, slowly, unfolded the bundle of fabric. A set of Gryffindor Quidditch robes; not her own, the lettering across the back read P O T T E R.

To her, they smelled like Harry. It wasn’t much of a comfort - but it was something like having him here again. If she held the robes close to her face, closed her eyes, and forgot about the present circumstances…

She was far too strong to show it publicly, most of the time. But even Ginny needed private moments where she was free to just miss the guy she loved.

It didn’t occur to her that the moment might not be private for very much longer.

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Luna hummed to herself as she climbed the long, twisting staircase that led to the top of the Astronomy Tower. She had a large glass bottle in one hand and something that looked like a blue tablecloth or blanket held to her chest with the other. Her wand was in her pocket for once because there was a large paintbrush tucked behind the ear where it usually resided. Orange dirigible plums bounced at her ears as she hopped up the steps. There was a livid bruise darkening around one silvery eye and every flight or so she stopped and put the jug down so she could wipe her nose on her sleeve; it was bleeding sluggishly. When she picked the jug back up something in it sloshed heavily.

She was smiling in a vague, distracted sort of way.

When she reached the top floor of the tower she didn’t stop humming but the tune -- if such a word could be ascribed to the idle, off-key succession of unrelated musical notes -- the tune changed to a less spritely, more focused sort of sound. Her dreamy eyes sharpened a little, at least relatively speaking, as her gaze changed from its inward-turned, oblivious haze to scanning across the walls and windows of the Astronomy Tower. Luna ambled forward as she studied the big, airy room; her gaze swept across Ginny twice before she seemed to notice that the other girl was there.

“Oh, hello,” Luna said, and walked over to join her friend. The jug in her hand thumped against the side of her leg, its contents roiling softly like a very small tide. She tilted her head thoughtfully as she looked at the red robes in Ginny’s hands, then nodded to herself as though in understanding. “Are you going to wear them in Gryffindor’s next match?” she asked. “For luck I suppose?” Then she frowned thoughtfully and continued, “Although I’m not sure if that would be lucky or not. I suppose it depends on what variety of luck-mythology you subscribe to. In some cases it could be very unlucky to wear your boyfriend’s robes because of the fact that he used to be on the same team, you know? And of course you run the risk of attracting Ursheen Beetles...”

Her voice trailed-off as she turned her eyes from what Ginny held to the wet freckles on her face and the sad brown eyes above them. Luna didn’t ask if Ginny was all right; that would have been a very silly question. Instead she said, quite seriously, “Would you feel any better if I gave you a hug?”

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Seamus decided he liked her, well enough, odd as she was. People were staring, true, but they were staring at her and so a little less of a worry than otherwise. It was always easier standing up for someone else than yourself–not that Seamus ever truly had much difficulty in the latter. “I would have to be a little bit stupid if I didn’t.” He offered, though it was with a wide grin to show he wasn’t being purposefully cruel. “Seeing as we share a house and all. Or shared a house–before I decided to see what cities are like.”

If they both were half-and-half then one of them was a little more touched than the other if clothes were anything to go by. Seamus didn’t exactly put a whole lot of stock in his own ability to navigate every muggle place successfully, much less quietly, but he liked to think not too many people could look at him and tell. Luna seemed to be the exception. “Of course your sight is better than mine.” He allowed. “I mostly assume I’m wrong unless I’m in a market.”

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Luna nodded, not seeing any reason to take offense at either his blunt words or their accompanying smile although she herself hardly ever thought of people as stupid. They weren’t, mostly; people just thought in different ways sometimes, or knew different things, but that didn’t make them stupid. And she didn’t think that was what the boy meant; it sounded like he had meant observant which was a word that people often substituted stupid for even though they weren’t the same thing at all. “Oh I am glad,” was all she said, rather than criticizing his choice of speech and words. “I should hate to tell someone they’re a faerie if they don’t know and I don’t know they don’t know. I hope I’d do a better job of phrasing it, if they didn’t,” she explained.

“Where did you live? With your faerie parent, I mean, before you came here to see the city?” she asked. Luna had a habit of prying and little respect for personal boundaries not because she was heartless but simply because she had a hard time wrapping her head around the idea that most people didn’t enjoy being as open about their lives as she and her father were. “Was it on the Other Side or somewhere over here? I haven’t been back there since I was little but daddy says he’s going to try to find a way or a place for us to cross-over now that I’m older. I should very much like to see the place, I think. Have you ever been or were you born over here?”

She shook her head at his self-deprication and argued gently, “Oh it’s not The Sight, I just have a knack for seeing things as they really are -- but it’s not Seeing, at least not as far as daddy and I can tell. Maybe it is a little bit, but if it is then it doesn’t work according to the rules of The Sight. But maybe that’s because I have mixed heritage?” Luna shrugged. “Anyway, I don’t see why you should assume you’re wrong. Maybe that’s the only difference. I never assume I’m wrong -- or right -- I just look at things and wait to find out. Perhaps if you didn’t second-guess yourself you’d be right more often,” she advised.

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❝ Do you want some milk with honey? ❞

Luna looked up with a smile. “Oh yes, that sounds lovely,” she said. Then she paused, and frowned a little, and added, “As long as you aren’t trying to strike a deal where I need to clean your house for you in exchange, of course. I’m relatively sure my mother wasn’t a brownie and that wouldn’t work anyway.” She shook her head, frowning thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled and continued in a voice so earnest it was almost apologetic: “But I don’t think you’d like the result if it did work. I don’t think I’m very good at household chores,” she confessed.

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book meme • [1/?] fictional best friends » Ginny Weasley & Luna Lovegood

“I do like her, she’s very nice.”

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HP NOIR AU: Luna Lovegood

On the outskirts of the city, just slightly beyond the grasp of the neon lights, overgrown malls, and broken highways, there is an old white house with a little picket fence. “The girl who lives there is a witch,” the locals say, and stay away from the house, despite its welcoming gardens and never closed doors. “The girl there can see into your past.”

The guests from the city, survivors of many lives, predictably laugh at such old-age fears. “What kind of a gift is that?” they say with a scoff. “If she could see into my future, now that would be something to discuss.” But the villagers only shake their heads in reply, until someone starts explaining, patiently, quietly, as if to a child. “She sees the ghosts. Some are dragged on chains behind those who cruelly refused to let them find the serenity of death. Others, they are wandering side by side with those who did not notice they were gone. And then there is the third kind, the most desired, yet almost unnoticeable; far ahead, they are paving the way for those who could not move on. Luna sees them all. She does not speak with them; ghosts do not talk; she says they’ve said enough. They do not listen; they’ve heard enough. And they never, ever leave; they have nowhere else to go.”

Then a silence falls over the dining table, and the guests shift uncomfortably in their chairs, stealing glances into the windows, trying to catch Luna’s reflection on the frozen glass. Someone shivers, and someone else throws wood into the fireplace, to keep away the sudden cold.

The next day the guests from the city too avoid the old white house with a little picket fence, just to be safe, and shamefully lower their eyes passing Luna in the street, hoping she would not look at them, hoping she would not see. They leave abruptly in the middle of the night, never to come back, and, like thunder after lightning, their ghosts follow.

Untouched by the city’s esurient hands, the town stays still.

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A Real Ravenclaw

It seems that some people don’t understand why Luna was a Ravenclaw, but to me she was the best example I ever saw of one. Even though she was whimsical, every choice she made was logically sound in her own mind. She was wise and unnervingly accurate when it came to saying just the right thing. She was very perceptive and open-minded, and she had an uncanny ability to think outside of the box and to see things from a different perspective. She was also quirky, a little absent minded (but only because she was in her own head so much) and creative (I think people tend to forget that there are other forms of intelligence, such as emotional intelligence, musical ability, artistic ability, and many other forms, besides being book smart) And to me, that’s a better example of a Ravenclaw than all the stereotypes of being nerdy and proud and knowing every answer to a test.

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Character Aesthetic | Luna Lovegood

“I don’t think you should be an Auror, Harry,“ said Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her. “The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They’re working to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a mixture of dark magic and gum disease.”

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“Why do you only use three wand cores?” Luna asked, startling Ollivander out of his stupor. Luna had joined him a few days ago in this prison. She was welcome company but she was far too happy for this place. He was not looking forward to seeing her light personality turn dark.

“What?” he asked, barely turning his head toward her.

“There are so many possibilities for wand cores. Why do you only use three?” she asked.

“Such a studious question,” he mumbled sighing deeply. “After much research…” he took a ragged breath “those were the three that I found…” another breath “to work the best.” He coughed. He had spent too much time being tortured today to hold a conversation.  She was silent for a moment.

“Did you ever revisit that research?” He shook his head, groaning as he leaned up against the wall. “My mother used to talk about how we should never stop researching, even if we think we’ve got the whole truth.”

“Isn’t your mother dead because of that belief?” he said, regretting the words as they came out of his mouth.  Luna did not seem perturbed.

“I suppose you could say that,” she said serenely. “But I think she would stand by her words. After all, dying isn’t so bad, especially when it’s for a good cause.” He heard her move and settle on the ground next to him.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean-,” he began.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” she said, smiling up at him. It was difficult to dwell on the horrible events of the day when her smile was so bright. She lay her head gently on his shoulder. He smiled down at her golden hair. He hoped one of them would die before she lost her spirit.

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I just realized that Luna Lovegood’s 17th birthday happened while she was imprisoned at Malfoy Manor.

Now I have this horrifying sad image of a cheerful Luna singing happy birthday to herself on the morning of February 13th and when Ollivander asks her what she’s doing she explains that her daddy always sends her a singing letter by owl post at breakfast on her birthday but she doesn’t think the owl can get to her in the cellar, so she’s singing it to herself instead.

And she smiles quite peaceably and tells him, “I’m seventeen now, by the way. That’s rather special, don’t you think? Being seventeen?” and a stricken Ollivander assures her that it is and he forces a smile and leaves her there humming to herself all alone in that dark cellar on her seventeenth birthday.

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Okay first of all who gave you the right