stars in her eyes
The sky seemed more colossal than ever; a color as blue as the sea corroded the pink of evening, and stars speckled the veil of the world. A full-grown man with candyfloss hair sat on the steps outside of the house, bushes with dirigible plums sidling him. He was reminiscing deeply – that is, before a little girl with eyes the color of the moon joined him out in the dark.
"Come to watch the stars, Luna?"
"I couldn't sleep," said Luna, "My head was thinking too much."
"Ah, yes," whispered Xenophilius, "Mine too."
They sat in silence for long minutes, thinking the same things.
"Daddy, do you think Mum is one of them?" asked Luna, pointing to a bright cluster of stars, her already pale features looking wintry.
Xenophilius didn't reply for a moment, as if he were trying to recall long lost memoirs.
"I do."
The two smiled, and he wrapped his arm around his daughter.
"Mother always said stars were just people," said Luna, "I thought it was a bit odd, but it does make sense now. They watch over us."
"The sky is like a blanket, see. It keeps us covered."
The sky had begun to grow darker, the moon and stars acting as fixtures of light. Tiny particles of silver glinted back in Luna's big eyes, glittering like faerie dust in a storybook. Xenophilius picked up his daughter, and carried her up to her room. He tucked his little girl into bed, white blankets swallowing her up like a large cloud.
"Do you know why we named you Luna?" he murmured, and she shook her head. "Lune is the French word for moon – your mother always loved watching it. You're our little moon."
He brushed some pale hair from her face, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"I miss Mum."
"So do I," whispered her father, eyes going watery, "But you must realise, Luna, that the things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end."
She smiled a quiet, tired smile, then turned on her side.
"Goodnight, Daddy. Love you."
"I love you too, Luna."
Sleep claimed Luna soon enough, and she was whisked away into a world where streets were paved with clouds, and the moon shone every hour of the day. Best of all, she was up high with the stars.
A/N : Just a little Lovegood drabble. Review , please! The button's right there, would it kill you to click it? :) I don't own Harry Potter.