i found a saviour (i don't think she remembers)
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she sees her passing by, every day.
it's not something phenomenal, or particularly noteworthy, but the regularity of the act is what keeps her grounded.
she also might draw some solace from it because of the fact that ginny weasley is someone she held close to her heart, all those years ago.
she stops by sometimes, to wave at her through the tiny little window of her bookshop, or to pick up whatever bundle of books hermione has ordered that week.
she always has very little time to talk, what with her family waiting for her at home, but ginny always has a bright smile to spare for luna. the same one she wore when she helped her escape the bullies at school, the same one she wore as she hugged luna after the battle, exclaiming that they'd won.
the same one that reminded luna why she loved ginny weasley so much.
but that's the problem, you see? ginny weasley is ginny potter. and ginny potter is not hers.
luna barely musters a convincing smile in return, when she remembers that.
she did try. try to tell ginny that she loved her, perhaps not like she'd expected. that it wasn't another eccentricity, but something true, something real.
turns out, such things require a lot of courage.
something that she never had, perhaps.
and maybe that's why she sits by the window at 5 o' clock every evening, waiting for ginny's familiar red hair to flash by as she makes her way back home. and maybe that's why she grins like a fool if Ginny ever looks up and sends her bright smile towards the window.
and maybe that's why she hides the tears as her footsteps fade and she's left behind, yet again.
well, it's not anything special, but i wrote it after weeks of feeling uninspired, so that's something.