he looked over his shoulder at her and for a moment he wondered if she was simply pulling his leg. but she seemed so thoughtful and lost at once over his comment that he couldn’t help but thing it was genuine after all, and if that amused him at all, it was nobody’s business to know that he almost smiled. kenneth simply shook his head and peeled a hand out of his cloak, gloved in leather and nearly camouflaged against the skeletal head of the death horse. ❛ no. it just means you’re … you have nerve. you’re gryffindor, so i suppose that is not surprising. ❜ hagrid was a name and face he’d only seen in passing, but kenneth by no means had ever spoken to the giant. he didnn’t think he ever would, so he shook his head again in answer and turned his eyes away. if the girl was unwanted by most, maybe they had that in common. they both seemed at peace with their own lonesomeness and without grief for it. at least, that’s what kenneth thought. ❛ why do you say that? ❜ he asked, brow furrowed and mildly perplexed. anyone else would think he looked angry. ❛ have you done them wrong? ❜
kenneth watched quietly as the creature lulled its head into her palm, as if greeting an old friend. it’s smoke mane curled against her wrist, seemingly at ease to be surrounded by chatter and living beings. at the offer, he considered a moment before his odd-eyed stare moved back to her face. he braced a hand against the death horse’s neck, leaning his weight nonchalantly against the beast, and studied the girl with intent. ❛ to the horse or the girl? i’d like to know your name. ❜
her gaze turns from the threstal, peering up at him with intrigue. he thinks she is a gryffindor? it’s a fair assumption, she’s wearing none of her uniform, only an odd mix of a raggedy cardigan and a skirt decorated in seaglass draping. all of her clothing is craft - made in this way. ‘ i’m actually in ravenclaw, ’ luna tells him. ‘ but i’m delighted you think i could be a gryffindor! that’s very kind. ’ she offers him a flattered smile. it’s not often she hears positive things about herself. ‘ honestly, i think the requirements for houses are a little silly. no body can be only one or two things... and mostly, we overlap. but it’s nice that the sorting hat has a job, isn’t it? ------ do you have houses at your school? ’
her eyes drift back to the creature, who presses against her hand, happy to have her attention back upon them. ‘ i don’t think so, at least, i hope not. ’ she has no desire to do anyone wrong, especially not her classmates. ‘ though... i think they find me quite strange. ’ luna’s features don’t shift, as if indifferent to their views. perhaps it’s simply acceptance. whatever it is, she’s not oblivious to it... but she’s not letting it in.
‘ both! ’ she exclaims with delight.
the creature turns it’s head, slowly, as in unsure of what to make of the newcomer. but it doesn’t move away. it’s hollow eyes seem to bore into him, head tilting ------ ‘ i think they’re interested in you, ’ luna smiles. ‘ oh, how rude of me! my name is luna. luna lovegood. ’ perhaps he’d heard the mockery all ready. ‘ and your name? ’
