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Enchanted Dreams

Luna felt the salty sea spray hit her cheeks. She could smell the brine, which was surprisingly muted and pleasant. The wooden deck of the ship creaked, rocking with the gentle waves.

"Captain, what are your orders?"

She turned and found herself face-to-face with a young sailor, not too much older than herself. His face was tanned and slightly burnt from long days in the sun. He was looking up at her expectedly, and he wasn't the only one waiting for her to speak. The other members of the crew were busy around the deck, but Luna could tell they had an attentive ear turned toward her.

"Orders?" she asked calmly.

"Yes, Captain," the sailor replied. He wrung a neckerchief in his hands nervously. "The island is within sight. You only have the map that leads us to treasure. What are your orders?"

Luna felt her lips turn up into a small smile. This was bound to be quite fun. She drew her gaze up toward the mast of the ship. A black flag with a white skull over crossbones snapped in the breeze.

This is exciting, she thought. I get to be a pirate captain! Maybe even a pirate queen… Do they have those?

A cough drew her back to reality. She looked back down at the sailor, who was still waiting.

"Load a small boat," Luna replied. She turned toward the rest of the crew. They were no longer pretending to work and were waiting for her orders.

"Today," she shouted, "we find the greatest treasure any pirate has ever found!"

The crew raised their fists, roaring in approval. She made her way to the small boat with a handful of the crew, and set off for shore. It was a short trip. Luna soon found herself wading knee deep in the shallows, dragging the boat onto the shore with her crew.

She could feel the damp sand shifting beneath the soles of her leather boats…

Then, all too suddenly, it ended.

"Luna? What did you think?"

She blinked, allowing herself a moment for her eyes to refocus. Fred and George Weasley were sitting across from her at a secluded library table.

Right. She was helping them test their products.

"How long was I under?" she asked, her voice soft and quiet.

"Five minutes," George replied. He leaned forward slightly, clearly excited to hear her feedback. "So? What—"

"—did you think?" finished Fred.

"It was very realistic," she said, "but it needs to be longer — much longer. I barely got to the good part."

Fred nodded eagerly and jotted a note down on a piece of parchment.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"I would imagine some people might enjoy a romance added into the story," she replied honestly. She wished she could have had a camera to capture their blushes.

"Luna!" George exclaimed quietly.

"What?" she said, pretending not to notice his embarrassment. Honestly, it was just too easy sometimes. "I would think some people like the idea of saving the pretty damsel in distress, or perhaps being swept off their feet by a dashing rogue."

"And which do you prefer?" Fred asked. George smacked his arm.

"Seriously, Fred?" he said, rolling his eyes. "Sorry, Luna."

"What? Wait— No! I didn't mean it like that!"

She just smiled and winked at the two of them.

"Let me know when the next batch is ready, will you?"

At their nods, she packed up her books and skipped out of the library.

Prompt (Singing a Song Along — The Golden Snitch): (object) Patented Daydream Charms

Word count (not including title and author's note): 583