Author: lostlikealice PM
Luna Lovegood. Quirky, and proud of it. So to speak. Implied femmeslash.Rated: Fiction K - English - Luna L. & Ginny W. - Words: 341 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 3 - Published: 10-16-04 - id: 2097399
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A/N: Femmeslash. Written for 15minuteficlets. Word: Quirky.
by cyanide blue
Loony Luna, Ravenclaw oddity and freakshow.
She doesn't mind the title, really, at least not outwardly. She doesn't like that they hid her clothes and played keep-away with her books, and mocked her father's newspaper. Though, that stopped after the article with Harry. No one has the nerve to say anything against the Quibbler now, mainly because it has been verified as having been a viable news source at least once.
Quirky, and proud of it. So to speak.
Watch her now; she's trying to transfigure sticks into daises so she can plait them into her hair. Daises are worn on Midsummer's for luck and blessing, or so she's read, and though it's midwinter, not midsummer, she considers any token of luck worthy of a try. She hasn't much else to do, since Ginny is off with some boy or another.
Sometimes she wishes Ginny had left her alone.
Because now there's an ache. The presence of Ginny warms a spot in her being, and with her absence she feels cold and slightly awkward, which is not a feeling that she is used to feeling. Luna is all grace, all balletic steps and never lost for words.
With luck, perhaps dear Virginia will happen by.
Wishes, too, she recalls as she successfully transfigures one, then another. Wishes and divination and calling spirits. She looks at the humble daisy with awe. Such a simple, clean bloom achieves so much.
"Wish I may, wish I might," she murmurs, sing-song, an ironic little smile crossing her face. She seizes the flowers and makes quick work of it with nimble fingers, one front plait, two, drawing them back so she's crowned with the flowers she so very envies and sympathizes with—pale petals, simple and humble beginnings, unknown depths…
And, she thinks as she looks out the window at the end of the corridor, hope for a new life in spring.