Chapter 1: Luna's scarves
Luna Lovegood takes up knitting when she is six.
"Luna, dear, do try to stop biting your nails," says her father. "If you swallow too many fingernails, horns will grow out of your head. They're made of the same material, you know."
Her mother, who has always believed in actions rather than words, puts a pair of knitting-needles and some yarn into her daughter's hands. The simple muggle technology works like magic on Luna's unfortunate habit. While her hands are busy, her nerves are calm.
The first thing she makes is a scarf. It is full of holes from dropped stitches, lumps from changes in tension, and resembles a trapezoid rather than a rectangle. But Luna wears it proudly everywhere. People say, "What a clever little girl you are, knitting that scarf all by yourself!"
But the people are not the reason that Luna loves her scarf so much. What fascinates her is that it is made from all the colours of the rainbow, that she was able to watch it grow to be five feet long, and that nobody else in the world has a scarf exactly like it.
Luna makes more. One from special stripy wool that is a mixture of yellow, orange and red that makes the scarf look as if it is on fire. One from feathery wool that fluffs up to twice its size. One from wool that is softer than a puffskein's fur. Eventually the day comes when her mother asks her if she would like to try something else, like a hat.
But Luna doesn't want to try anything else. The wonderful thing about scarves she sees is that there is no need to follow a pattern. From the wool, to the number of stitches, to the rows of knits and purls – it's all her own design.
A/N: I haven't been doing a lot of writing lately. This is because half of my real-life friends, rather inconsiderately, decided to be born around July, and I have spent most of my three weeks making knitted goods for their birthday presents. Also, I am hyperactive and cannot sit in front of a TV without either knitting or pulling some awkward yoga poses – you can imagine what my parents prefer.
Oh yeah. I - don't - own - Harry - Potter. Please don't sue, just review.