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Thanks to PuffPower for revising this!

Word Count (Without A/N) 985

For the Battlefield Wars as Lieutenant

Chosen Character is Xenophilous Lovegood and prompt is the characters go to a wedding.

The sun shone brightly through the window as Luna opened the bathroom door. She looked at herself in the mirror, smiled and twirled, her dress lifting up a bit with the wind.

Luna was excited to go out. She wasn't really invited to a lot of parties because others saw her as odd and didn't really want her to ruin their party. Luna thought this was obviously ridiculous; how would she ruin a party? Only a Dabberblimp could do that!

Someone knocked on her door, and she told the person to come in. It was her father. She wasn't really surprised, since only her father lived with her.

"Are you ready, Luna?" he asked. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her yellow sundress shone like the sun, her radish earrings were freshly picked, the rest of her jewelry twinkled, and her wand was secured behind her ear. All was in order.

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy!" Luna said, and she skipped out of the door.

Daddy laughed. His daughter was such a carefree young woman just like her mother. Sadly, her mother was dead and Luna was the only reminder of her existence.

It had all been so sudden. Pandora was there, and the next moment she wasn't. Daddy, also known as Xenophilius, shook his head; he shouldn't dwell on those things while going to a wedding. It would bring bad vibes to the newlyweds.

"Luna, let's go!" he called and went to find the invitation, which was the Portkey they were going to use, with Luna on his wake.

"Daddy?" Luna asked.

"Yes, Luna?"

"Who are the people that are getting married?" she asked, confused.

"Ah!" he exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you. It's William Weasley and Fleur Delacour. You should remember Miss Delacour from the Triwizard tournament."

Luna nodded. "Yes, I've met her," she said, smiling. "Now, let's go." They grabbed the Portkey and set off.

The Burrow, Luna noted, was decorated with pretty flowers, probably as a representation of love or such cliché things normal people liked. It wasn't that Luna didn't like them, but she preferred to have creativity and imagination than to stick to normal things.

She didn't want a traditional wedding, but an unconventional and odd one. A wedding that people would remember. But if some people liked tradition, she wasn't going to judge them. She had had a bad time with judging, so she didn't really like it anymore. Luna went with the flow. She was young and carefree, and she wouldn't think of things that brought her down.

Luna also noted that most of the people were already there, so her friend Ginny should have been ready at the time. She said goodbye to her daddy and went to find her friend.

Glancing around, she saw a large mop of redheads with the Weasley look, and neared the group. There, she saw Ginny and Luna waved at her from afar. Ginny noticed her, smiled, and gestured for her to come over.

Luna felt a warm sensation envelop her. No one really involved her in anything, with the exception of Ginny at times, so it felt good to be recognized.

"Hello, Ginny," she greeted. "Hello, Fred, George. How are you?"

The twins looked at her and grinned. "Greetings fair lady–" one said.

"It is a pleasure to meet you–" the other said.

"And we sincerely hope–"

"You have a good time–"

Ginny rolled her eyes at the twins' antics. "Cut it out! Not right now," she said, laughing at them.

"But Ginny dear–"

"Luna here isn't annoyed by us–"

"As you can clearly see–"

"Twins," Luna said airily. "I do need to talk to Ginny. Shoo!" She exclaimed and booped their noses.

The twins' grin fell and they scowled. "Well Ginny, do tell us when we are important," they said, and they Disapparated.

Luna turned her head towards Ginny. "Well, it's peaceful now that the Nargles are gone," she said, smiling. "However, you, Ginny Weasley, tell another story." She frowned at Ginny. "You're completely infested with Wrackspruts! Do you have something so tell me?" she asked, pointing a finger at Ginny's face.

Ginny smiled. "Oh, yes! Come here, Luna, let me tell you all." And so, the two girls went into the tent and talked about Ginny's eventful summer.

The ceremony came and went. It had been certainly beautiful, Luna thought later, but to Luna, it lacked a certain feeling. The Wrackspruts were obviously there, but the spark that magic gave was not.

After the ceremony, the newlyweds, their families, and the rest of the guests were left to enjoy themselves at the party. After about an hour, most were already drunk. Luna wasn't and wanted to be with her friends, but she hadn't really found them. Well, except Ginny.

So, Luna was once again with her daddy, watching people come and go, and talking to many who she didn't even recognize. Since her daddy was the editor of an important magazine, he probably knew all of those people.

Fifteen minutes later, Luna was exhausted from introductions, so she went to the dance floor and lost herself.

Luna danced with the moon and the stars that were charmed on the tent. Her hair twinkled just like her eyes, and her odd dance moves attracted the attention of those who had normal thoughts.

The music wasn't really her style, but she didn't really care. Luna just wanted to enjoy herself as much as she could, because she knew something dark was approaching. Approaching darkness that would near her and touch her when the time came. Luna danced to keep hope.

But just like all human emotions, feelings, and thoughts, hope could never last - and it was lost after the end of the wedding party.

FIN