Title:Photographs
Rating T:
Pairings:none
Disclaimer:If I owned them, would I really be wasting my time on writing about them?
Authors Notejust a little reflection on photography. Luna is so much like me anyways, why not make her even more so.
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Luna Lovegood was a photographer.
She always had been.
She'd take pictures of random objects.
Random people.
A cat.
Life.
Always real, true life.
She'd never settle for a set moment.
Never for someone posing for the camera.
Just the moments that showed what life really was.
Thats why she would wander about the castle, under an invisibility cloak.
Taking pictures.
Never of anything private.
Not things that should be left alone.
But of things that made life.
The things that showed who people really were.
Not the shell they hide behind.
And she never devloped them the magical way.
It seemed wrong to taint a picture by making it move.
She would develop it the old fashoned way.
And in black and white.
Because color made it seem to fake.
Color taints things.
Black and whites shows truth.
Then she would throw them all into a secret compartment in her trunk.
And leave them there a hundred years.
Until they fade to dust.
Because people aren't ready to face the realitly of life.