Reality is Quite Nice
A HariPo oneshot
Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This pairing was discovered by my buddy, Morghen, so please give her a little mention if you write them! Thanks! It is one of many of Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings, most of which you may find in my forum topic in the HPFC, found here (Just take out the spaces!): http : / forum. fanfiction. net/ topic /44309 /25299326 /1/ Read, review, and enjoy! And check out and join the forum challenge!
"You are incredible…my only one…I never thought love…could be passionate fun."—Unknown
If Luna were clinically insane, would anyone be able to tell?
I can, which is why I'm the one by her side, not Rolf.
Allow me to explain. Girls like Rose and Lily aren't for me. I'm far too levelheaded and poised for the likes of Rose's brainy and OCD ways and Lily's rash and sporadically berserk personality. I am best-suited for the…how should I say…er, zany type. I just didn't realize it until I was an adult.
My friends, twins Lorcan and Lysander, had invited me over to dinner a few years after our having completed Hogwarts. Lorcan traveled with their parents as a training Healer, Lysander was Hagrid's assistant and apprentice for the Care of Magical Creatures class, and I was training to be an Auror with my best mate, Al. I hadn't seen the Scamander twins in a while, so it was nice to catch up.
"Beware," Lorcan warned me as we entered their home. "Last I knew, both Mum and Dad were cooking. I hope you still have that stomach of steel, Scor."
I frowned. "I'd hope so, too. Now that you're dating Roxanne, I have this horrible feeling she'll try to pull a prank on Sander or me just to see if George's new Wheeze works."
Lorcan grinned. "Now, would I let that happen to you two…?"
"Yes," Lysander and I spat in unison.
Lorcan took our jackets and we headed into the dining room. I took in the room in one glance and saw that nothing had changed. That made me smile. I'd seen a lot of my school friends' homes and so much was different now that we were older. But the Scamanders were the Scamanders, and that was something that felt good because it was sturdy, reliable. As reliable as Rolf's warm handshake and Luna's sweet smile. Speak of the Nargles, they entered.
Wait—was it just me, or did Luna's smile seem off?
I chocked it up to a trick of the dining room's dim lighting as pleasantries were presented and we sat down and started the meal. It wasn't as disastrous as Lorc had led me to believe; in fact, it was quite delicious. We had a roast pheasant that we washed down with a butterbeer and firewhiskey concoction of Rolf's and for dessert Luna presented us with a cake that—
"—glows?" Lysander asked in astonishment. "Why's it glowing light blue, Mum?"
Luna waved her younger son off as if it were nothing. "Oh, I just made friends with the faeries in the backyard. I admired their light shows and they told me it was due to their faerie dust. I was delighted and they allowed me some faerie dust, which I thought would be nice to brush on the cake."
"Faerie dust?" he further exclaimed as Rolf gaped at her, Lorcan sighed and held his head, and I looked around the table wondering what the problem was. Luckily, Sander felt his mother needed a recap, too. "Why do you think the faire folke are so happy all the time? Faerie dust is intoxicating. It makes them see the world in—in bizarre ways!"
After his outburst, the house was abnormally quiet. I heard the chirp of the crickets outside and suddenly wished I were outside, as well. This was such an awkward moment.
Rolf broke the quiet. "I…think I've had enough to eat," he said, dropping his eyes to the table as he stood. "Good night, boys. Good to see you again, Scorpius," he said to me with a forced smile.
The twins shifted awkwardly in their seats before Lysander rose and went up to bed. Lorcan got up, too, but he followed behind his father. I lagged to help Luna clean up.
In the kitchen, it was unusually quiet. Luna was smiling again…but…it still seemed off. I felt as though she were wearing a mask, which just wasn't meant for her. Luna was supposed to be vivacious and brilliant, not taciturn and housewife-ish.
"Thank you," she said sweetly as I passed her the last dish. She waved her wand and the cleaning supplies set about scrubbing the plates. The cake sat on the counter behind her, an uneasy reminder of awkwardness.
"Luna…," I began hesitantly. She waved her wand to put away the table settings, but I gently took her wand out of her hand and held it at my side. It was a bit strange, and I'd never been so forward with the twins' parents. But I did know this family well and I was comfortable enough to speak my mind in this house. "Are you all right?"
The witch gave me a genuine smile this time, though it was small and slightly sad. "I'm afraid no one sees…eye-to-eye anymore with me."
"What do you mean?"
Luna sighed and swept her hair to one side. I caught a whiff of her shampoo—gardenias, which I thought instinctively—and watched her ageless face crease ever so slightly as she pouted. "I like the excitement of life," she said. "I know I see things differently than others. I refuse to believe Nargles and Blibbering Humdingers are make-believe."
I frowned. "Luna…you're an adult."
"Yes. You are one, as well."
"There are… There are some things you just…know when you grow up.""
"Of course." She said it, but her eyes wavered and I got the feeling she was silently pleading with me not to say any more.
I looked away, my eyes refocusing on the cake. "Certain things don't—"
"Luna." Rolf cut me off as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe. He straightened. "Can I have a word?" He turned and marched down the hallway. Luna glanced at me before following him.
All the prior times I'd come here, I'd felt like family. Yet tonight I felt like an outsider. I was considering leaving without a word when someone else's words caught my ear. Knowing it would probably be considered eavesdropping, I took a cue from Lorcan and peeked around the doorway. I could glimpse them near the corner of the opposite end of the hallway.
Rolf waved his arms up and down. "…could you? Lune, I fell in love with your antics when we were younger. But that was then—this is now. Physically, you've grown up. But mentally?" He pinched the bridge of his nose…which I was beginning to itch to hit.
"Without imagination, we are nothing," she stated, her voice shaking. She stared into her husband's blue eyes.
He searched her eyes before sighing. "Godric, Luna… I can't even get angry at you anymore… Wizarding naturalists—what was I thinking? I—I encouraged this kind of behavior!"
Luna frowned. "Rolf, it's not a bad thing—" She tried to touch his arm, but—but the bastard swatted her hand away!
"Luna… Luna, Luna, Luna!" He met her eyes again. "I can't get angry at you anymore, not while I spend all my energy being sad, and d-disappointed in you." He sighed again and some of his scraggly red hair fell over his shoulder, having come free of the strip of dragon-hide leather he uses to tie all of it back. What I noticed was that the free piece…was graying. "I need to get some air," Rolf said abruptly. He grabbed his cloak from nearby and put it on, then marched my way towards the door. I ducked, but he didn't see me. He took his broom from inside the door before heading out. After that, the house was fairly quiet.
I exited the kitchen and walked into the living room, in shock and staring at the door. Rolf had just—just left. He never leaves! Where Luna is, erm, flighty, Rolf was a rock—her rock. They were—I paused in my thoughts, understanding. No wonder Luna was off tonight. This hadn't been the first argument like this.
Luna entered the room behind me. "Well, Scorpius, it's been lovely seeing you again. May I get your jacket for you?"
I fisted my hands, a muscle in my jaw twitching so my jaw was clenched. Suddenly, I turned on my heel. "Luna, are you hungry for dessert?"
She stared at me. "Scorpius?"
I grabbed her hand and tugged her behind me. We reentered the kitchen and I strode right up to the cake and swiped some of the icing with my finger. I tasted a little bit of it and—"This is delicious," I commented, turning back to her. "This has to be the best dessert I've ever tried."
"Scor, I—what?" I'd never seen it before, but there was Luna's confused face.
I got a little more on my thumb and drew her close to me. "Really," I mumbled with a small, encouraging smile. "Try it."
Color dusted the apples of her cheeks, but the lovely blonde witch before me licked the icing from my thumb. Relief seemed to flood her being as she gave in and leaned into my light embrace.
It…It was amazing to hold her. I felt as though I'd never felt such warmth before. Gently, we slid against the wall onto the floor so I was holding her partially curled-up form. Her breathing was even, steady, but I knew things weren't right a hundred percent. "Hey…Lulu," I whispered tentatively. Never would I have thought I'd be giving her such an endearing nickname.
"Certain things…do exist." I stared at the glowing blue cake until she raised her head, her eyes shining; they almost glowed blue. "I shouldn't have tried to say otherwise." I licked the remaining icing from my fingers and grinned. "I think I can even see a Blibbering Humdinger dancing near the cake!"
I fretted when tears started running down her cheeks, but Luna was smiling again. And this was the real smile, the Luna smile. "Scorpius, do you see eye-to-eye with me?"
"Well, we are staring at each other," I quipped, and she timidly caught my chuckle in her mouth as soft lips touched mine. I tasted sugary icing, Luna, and faerie dust—and I knew that Rolf had given up on something that was one-of-a-kind.
:3 This is a very interesting oneshot… Scorpius didn't have to go back on his words; Luna didn't have to be so Luna; Rolf didn't have to act so deflated and walk away… So this is rather open-ended. It kind of works as a oneshot, but perhaps I ought to continue this… 2-shot? 3- or 4-shot? Please do let me know in a review; I think there's a lot of potential (and explaining to do) for Scoruna. This…This was mayhap just the beginning. ;)
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