𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

how strange it is to be anything at all luna lovegood. eighteen. ravenclaw. order of the phoenix.

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ofthestvrs​:

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♕ —- “I’ve never heard–” she idly glanced at the textbook that Hagrid assigned for Care of Magical Creatures and wondered if it was something that had been gone over in class, “of them.” Astoria turned her attention back to the other young woman and she noticed the way Luna paused after mentioning her mother. Astoria decided it was best not to question it, at least, not right then. It seemed personal.

♕ —- Astoria nodded, “it definitely seems a bit different than the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly.” She carefully set the magazine down and nodded. “I’ll take a look at it when I’ve finished this Transfiguration essay.”

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Luna beamed at her. She was not one for house stereotypes or rivalry, but one does notice certain patterns of behavior from particular groups of people, especially when said behavior is negative. And Astoria--well, she was probably the first Slytherin to have positively engaged with The Quibbler content, and Luna appreciated that immensely.

“Well, my father always says to stand by the truth, even when others find it unacceptable,” she said, turning the pages of her Potions textbook. “What’s your essay on? I have Potions,” a look of discomfort crossed her face, “the subject is fascinating, but Professor Snape's classes aren’t very good.”

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mmacdxnald​:

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✹ —- Mary pushed past the unsettled feeling that she had in her stomach as she pushed herself closer to Luna. “I know, like many people they cannot help who they are,” she murmured as she held out one of her hands to let one of the Thestrals’ sniff it. “Oh, Sprout wanted a couple bunches of Chervil. It’s more of Muggle plant but it’s helpful in potions.”

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Luna smiled at the professor. Of course she understood. The sight of thestrals could be unsettling, even frightening at times, and when you realize what they are and why you are able to see them when others can’t, that knowledge could be depressing.

“Chervil,” she repeated. “I don’t think I’ve used that herb before, Professor, do they usually grow around here?”

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open starter // hogsmeade event

morag didn’t really want to go to hogsmeade. while it was all the rage for most, she preferred to stay in the castle and bask in the emptiness of it with most of the students gone. however, her sweet tooth begged her to go – if only to stock up on sweets until the next hogsmeade weekend. she makes a beeline for honeydukes, stuffs two eco bags with candy and heads straight back to the castle despite the fact that lunch was still a long way away. she’s floating a few inches off the ground – a result of the fizzing whizbees she’s been eating – when she bumps straight into someone. god she hated hogsmeade weekends – the crowds were simply too big for the clumsy mo to avoid accidents. “i’m really sor –,” she starts when she hears a big rip and all of her candy falls out of one bag and onto the ground. what bad luck. “do you happen to know a mending charm?” she asks helplessly.

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Luna did not really have any strong feelings about Hogsmeade per se--she did not need to do a lot of shopping, nor did she have a consistent set of people she went with, but she didn’t hate it either. Visits to the village were a welcome distraction from the sometimes suffocating castle, and mostly she just enjoyed people watching.

This time, she had gotten a pair of spectrespecs from her father the day before, and was eager to test it outside of Hogwarts. She put it on, ignoring the curious looks she was getting and looked around, seeing tiny flecks of light which were supposed to be the traces of the wrackspurts’ movements. She walked with her head up, not noticing her surroundings until she had hit something solid and heard a rip and a familiar voice.

“Mo!” she gasped in surprise. "Reparo,” Luna waved her wand, and the bag stitched itself back together. She then levitated the dropped candy back into it, apologizing. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going. Are you alright?”

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wgeasley​:

“Fred.” George answered automatically, regretting the name as soon as it slipped from him. Now his brother was going to know he was here if he didn’t already. He looked past Luna and after not seeing anyone or anything around, smiled. “Tell your friends I say hello. Nice to meet them. Hope they’re having a good night and all that. Well, are any of us supposed to be here? Don’t think Dumbledore takes alum wandering through the woods at all hours of the night too kindly. He’s mentioned something about this place once or twice if I remember it right. ‘specially hates when old students are in here. Who knew that’d be a problem? You haven’t seen Ron or Gin lately, have you?”

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"So you can see them?” Luna’s eyes widened as she looked at--Fred, and then began to laugh. She didn’t know why she was laughing, it was something about the absurdity of the situation that tickled her particularly, as well as the total friendliness she was greeted with. She had not laughed in quite a while. 

“I saw them at the Great Hall at dinner, but I didn’t know where they went after.” She sat down on a large tree root and tossed a steak towards the beasts. “So why are you here, Fred Weasley? I’m not supposed to be here, either, but your presence is a bit more unexpected, don’t you think?”

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𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.

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pensiieves​:

she wants to laugh at the girl, her stories seeming crazier by the minute. the blonde was, for lack of a better word, bizarre. spewing stories of invisible creatures, none of them discussed in their care of magical creatures classes. it reminded daphne of when she was three and had imaginary friends. perhaps the ravenclaw never did grow out of it. “right, invisible horses,” she says sarcastically, not even pretending to look at what the girl had just done. instead, she takes notice of her nails and how overdue they were for a manicure. “do you often spend time with your imaginary friends? can’t seem to get a hold of any real ones?” she crosses her arms, still slightly frightened from the encounter in the woods. “can’t say i’m surprised.”

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Luna’s eyebrows furrowed. She was used to being called names and getting made fun of, but being called a liar still did sting quite a bit. Besides, she did have friends, didn’t she? Human ones? The girl took a deep breath. 

“That’s not a very nice thing to say, Daphne,” she replied curtly. “Didn’t you just see them eating? The professors know about them too, of course, and some of the students.” She turned back towards the thestrals, her expression softening a bit. “In a way, I’m glad you couldn’t see them, and I hope you never have to.”

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snakesandscars​:

If he wanted to, Draco could be much worse to Luna. He could be relentless and cruel. However, he’d come to the lake to relax and not be bothered. Honestly, he didn’t have the patience to make someone cry today, otherwise he would have been worse. At least, that was what he told himself. When she continued to ramble, though, Draco began to lose his patience. If he’d even had any in the first place. 

“You forgot the part where it’s a load of tripe,” he muttered, glancing down at the copy in his hands and then placing it to the side. He wasn’t going to read it. It was just as bad as the Prophet. Draco sneered, “What’s your point, Lovegood?” 

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When he spoke again, Luna smiled knowingly, picking up a small rock and examining it. It looked a bit like the dirigible plums she and her father grew in their little garden. 

“That’s understandable, the truth isn’t very convenient to accept,” she said, rolling the rock through her fingers and glancing at Draco, who had set the magazine aside. It made her feel a tiny bit triumphant. She looked at the lake, admiring its stillness despite what lay beneath. “The lake is good at keeping secrets.”

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There is nothing better than some hot bread and butter… OBVIOUS CHILD (2014) dir. Gillian Robespierre

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wgeasley​:

George was really regretting all of his decisions. He should have taken the tunnel from Honeydukes but the store had been closed and he really, really didn’t feel like committing more of a crime than breaking into the school. Well, it wasn’t technically a crime when he was sure Dumbledore knew about it and was pleasantly looking the other way. 

Tumbling over a loose root, George stumbled his way into a clearing. His wand was already outstretched, lighting pouring out of it as he tried to right himself. The forbidden forest wasn’t a place he ever liked to hang out in, contrary to popular belief. Squinting at the tiny person in front of him, a grin washed over his face in the same moment as realization. “Luna? You didn’t see me. I’m not here. What are you doing?”

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Luna’s expression of caution turned into one of mild confusion. “Hello George, is that you? or are you Fred?” she asked, relaxing a bit. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve had enough close encounters to tell you apart at this distance. I’m just here with a few friends,” she looked at the thestrals and smiled, then looked back at the redhead. “Don’t worry, I’m not telling anyone, but why are you sneaking around? You’re not supposed to be here, are you?”

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daphnegrngrss​:

there was always something so unsettling about the blonde and the way she responded as if she hadn’t just been outright insulted. it was as if she was detached from the world and as a person actively engaged in most of the worldly vices, it seemed unnatural. daphne was threatened by the girl’s individuality and it caused her to forgo the polite greeting. “well there’s no one here,” she huffed, catching her breath as her hair tickled the back of her neck. “so unless your friends are invisible that seems unlikely.” she ignores the question, postulating that she didn’t have to explain herself to the ravenclaw who seemed to not all be there at times. 

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“Well, er, they kind of are,” Luna nodded. “My friends, I mean. You know the carriages that bring us to the castle from the train? They aren’t horseless, but not many people can see what’s pulling them.” She then picked up a piece of meat from her bag, and tossed it a few meters away from her. The winged beasts immediately devoured it, playing amongst themselves. She giggled and looked back at Daphne. “See?”

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✹ —- Mary watched Luna and the thestrals trying her best to ignore the lump in her throat that seemed to grow by the seconds. She cleared her throat and made her way forward. “No,” she replied and then added, “I’m not a big fan of them admittedly. Though, that’s not really their fault.” She carefully made her way around the winged beasts and folded her arms in front of her. “I’m helping Professor Sprout look for some things that can’t really be grown in a greenhouse.”

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“Oh,” Luna nodded in understanding. “I see. They remind you of things you’d rather forget?” She tossed another steak towards the thestrals, with one of them beginning to nuzzle her hair. “They can be quite sweet sometimes, professor,” she giggled. “What were you looking for? This wouldn’t really take long, I could come with you.”

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♕ —- Astoria hadn’t expected Luna to reply so excitedly and she watched as the other girl pull out a copy of the magazine in question. Gently, she took the Quibbler and looked over the cover with slight curiosity. “Wrackpurts?” Though she was weary to even ask. They certainly weren’t anything that she had heard before. “You and your dad did all this,” she glanced over at Luna as she idly thumped through the pages.

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“Wrackspurts are invisible creatures, they float into people’s ears and make their brain go fuzzy, ” Luna replied matter-of-factly. “Invisible to humans, anyway. We can only see traces of them using special glasses called spectrespecs, but there has yet to be a spell or method we could use to actually see them fully. It was one of my mother’s unfinished projects, actually, before she--” she stopped, as if forgetting something, then picked up in the same cheerful pace.

“Well, we did quite a significant part of it, but my father has some friends who volunteer, too. I’m aware we have quite a niche readership, but all for the pursuit of the truth, you know?” Luna smiled, then looked away and grew silent. She must have talked too much again.

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daphnegrngrss​:

daphne was a vain girl and she took pride in her appearance – something that she was blessed with but had to maintain. naturally, she spent some of her afternoons on runs around the grounds and while she usually stuck to the pitch or the safer edges of the black lake today she was feeling adventurous. she needed a change of scenery. impulsively, she took her run to the forbidden forest. daphne, as it turns out was far more skittish than she had thought herself to be and when she heard the voice, she stopped in her tracks and nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned to see the ghost like girl. “damn it, loony – what the hell are you doing?” 

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"Hello, Daphne,” Luna greeted, managing a small smile despite being greeted with hostility. She was used to it by now, especially coming from the older of the Greengrass sisters. “I’m just--” she looked at the thestrals, then back at Daphne, trying to figure out if she could see them or not, “--meeting some friends. How about you? I don’t usually see you here. You seem to be out of breath.”