This is for slightlysickpsycho, because she asked if I could do more characters right as I was wondering the same thing.

I sometimes forget to add this in my stories, but they're usually inspired by songs. This one is based on "Smart In a Stupid Way," by Steven Strait, from the movie Undiscovered.


She was seven, and laying in the grass out front of her house, counting the clouds. Between numbers she would specify the animals, vegetables, unimaginable creatures that they resembled. One, antelope. Two, slightly bruised turnip. Three, baby dragon.

Suddenly she saw a shadow pass, and she sat up, looking about for whoever it was—perhaps her mother, looking for her to tell her to come in, wash her face. But it wasn't. Instead it was a young boy, about her age, maybe older, and similar enough in appearance that they could have been related. His hawkish appearance, though, the jutting chin and thin lips, was not reflected in the girl's rounded features, big blue eyes, full mouth.

She smiled broadly at him.

"I'm Luna Lovegood. Would you like to count the clouds with me?" she said brightly, pointing up at the sky. Had she been standing, she would be twirling in circles, joyous in the air and the sun.

He eyed her suspiciously. "Clouds don't exist," he said accusingly.

She wrinkled her brow. "Of course they do. I can see them."

He shook his head. "They're masses of water droplets."

And she laughed. "That's even better!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I've always wondered what it would be like to walk through a cloud."

An almost-smile broke across his face. "You have!" he said loudly. "That's what fog is! It's just a very low cloud!" it was unclear to her whether his excitement was over knowing something she didn't or that he was excited to be talking about such fantastic things.

"That's enough, Draco. We are done here," a tall man called icily as he strode down the path. A strange look passed over the boy's face. He raised his hand in a half wave, seeming almost scared, before running to join his father.