The sky creaked and groaned under its burden, and Luna touched the window pane as the thunder roared. The first drop of rain kissedher finger, and she turned back to her pasta. She sang along with the songs the rain was singing, but had to pause when it sang of guilt and upset.
She better set out another plate.
Harry huffed angrily as he left the Ministry. How dare Draco blame him for the loss of the hostages? It was hardly Harry's fault - Draco was the one who took ages to decipher the communication! Harry had done what he could, and why couldn't Draco see that? No, Harry doesn't care about hostages, he only cares about his hair! Such bullcrap.
In the side alley outside the Ministry, he Apparated away with a mind full of anger and found himself in a meadow of drenched wild flowers.
Harry stared at the crooked yellow house for a few moments, and then trudged through the tall grass with a sigh. The sun was breaking through the clouds as Luna opened the door. He pushed his hair from his face and stared at her.
"Bad day, huh? Well, there's your rainbow," she told him, pointing over his shoulder. He turned, and there it was indeed. She slipped her hand in his and smiled, and Harry thought yes, there it is, and smiled back at her.