Title: (50) Days of Luna
Rating:
T
Chapter #:
1
Ship/s:
George x Luna
Era/s:
Pre-Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Post-DH

NOTE: I recommend you read this in 3/4 width and with the font size 2 steps bigger than the preset. It looks a lot nicer and much easier to read, I think:)

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be rewriting the epilogue right now.


(1)

"You look like a banana."

Seven-year-old George Weasley sidled over to Luna Lovegood, who was crouching over a cluster of his mother's slowly-blooming dahlias, her expression a look of delight and fascination. Brilliant white light bounced off the silver canapé platter he was carrying glumly in both hands – the result of trying to prank Ron and being caught by his dad. Fred, his twin brother and co-conspirator, had slipped away to somewhere else among the guests, offering out the miniature cakes and savouries whilst scoffing a couple himself every few minutes.

Luna and her parents lived just over the crest of the hill that overlooked The Burrow, and even though the family was known to be a little odd, Molly Weasley had invited the Lovegoods to her summer garden party because it was 'the right thing to do, and dear Xeno has some cracking anecdotes to entertain the guests'. George had never really paid much attention to their daughter whenever they had visited, however; for she was Ginny's friend, and existed solely as another target for a practical joke or two. Today, it was difficult to miss Luna though: she wore a sunshine-yellow dress that seemed even brighter than the exploding star itself.

She glanced up at George, letting the ladybird she had been cradling take flight from her palm.

"Oh," she said slightly sheepishly, eyes glued to the dewy grass.

"Nothing wrong with that," smiled George. "Besides" – his voice dropped to a quiet mumble – "bananas are my favourite fruit."

He could feel his cheeks growing hotter. Within seconds, he was certain they would flush to match his red mop of hair, and so shuffled a little left into the shade. Stealing a quick glance at Luna, he found that she was beaming.

"Canapé?"

Luna looked thoughtfully at the outstretched tray in front of her, weighing up the choices before daintily plucking a butterfly cake from its centre.

"Don't mind if I do," she laughed, licking the tip of the whipped cream that topped the bun.

Even after George had smiled, nodded a goodbye, and moved on, he couldn't help but feel happier at every glimpse of yellow throughout the day.


A/N: This is a fic written for the 50 Phrases Challenge by L'amoureuse. In the challenge, there are 50 sentences and bits of speech that the authors have to base their chapters off. There has to be one chapter per phrase, and one phrase per chapter.

I decided to write mine out-of-order, inspiration taken from the film '(500) Days of Summer'.

Hope you like it, stick with me!:)

Reviews - as ever - always appreciated.