Luna Lovegood
you're the very essence
of dreams&magic
and when people see you,
they see d-r-i-f-t-y cloudy d-a-y-s
"oh that luna lovegood?
she's just luna lovegood"
X
you're brave
(but you aren't courageous)
you're cheerful
(but no one can be cheerful all the time)
you're sunshine
(but before the clouds part they have to exist)
you're perfect
(but you aren't)
X
because 'that luna lovegood'
is just that
a daydreamer, a friend
comic relief
and a comforter
X
and when hermione's crying&crying&crying&crying over ron
you're the one who wraps you arms around her and holds her tight
and you tell her don't worry hermione don't cry he'll come round
you say, tell me hermione, what're you worried about
and she tells you, she tells you how ron laughs and hates and oh lavendar, that idiot –
and you sit with her and listen, listen, listen
until she's out of words and then you promisepromisepromise
that ron loves her
and you say your words, your logical, logical words,
until she's smiling again
X
and when ginny's out of her mind with stress the next year
about her parents and brothers and friends andharry
of the carrows and hatred and hogwarts
you take her aside and tell her it's okay you have us we're all going to be fine
and she lists you her worries and you diffuse them, bit by bit
and you say your words, your sweet, sweet words,
and – finally – she smiles
and she walks off happy again
X
((but hermione's the logical one
and ginny's the sweet one))
((and you're just loony, no luna lovegood))
X
and no one sees you
quietly wishing
for a silly (funny) tall (stately) reckless (courageous)
boy
with handknit cardigans
and a deadlydeadly secret
(that you've had figured out for years, by the way)
with his eyes that see right into you
X
N E V I L L E L O N G B O T T O M
shhh don't say it
maybe if you don't say it it'll go away
X
and maybe
oh, maybe/maybe/maybe
he sees more than the drifty dream clouds
he sees more than just luna lovegood,
he sees the real person hiding
(because no one can be dreamy always)
X
oh, you dream, all right
you dream and dream and dream, till you forget what reality is
but in the back of your mind you know
reality is pain
reality is death
reality is your mother, collapsing in a pile of ashes
reality is your father, never the same again
reality is scary.
X
and you love those dreams,
you love your world,
and you wouldn't lose it for a n y t h i n g
X
but you're real too, you're real too
u n d e r n e a t h
X
you have terribly real dreams
of a boy (in a cardigan?) whisking you away
and loving you forever
and perhaps you'll have little girls
and perhaps you'll name them Hope (your mother) and Alice (his secret)
X
but no one sees because you're just loony lovegood
X
so you watch and you wish
but neville falls for another girl
with pigtails and a dimply grin
so gloriously normal
and he asks you to be in the wedding
('cuz I love you, Luna, you're like my sister)
and you
c
r
a
s
h
to the ground
X
but you can't show it
because you're l u n a l o v e g o o d
X
and you marry rolf scamander
because he's dreamy as you, and he's what everyone would expect
and you have two boys
and you name them dreamy names like everyone knew you would
X
and then you're Luna and Rolf and Lorcan and Lysander
and you're happy (honest I am)
but deep in your heart are the quiet whispers
X
of a boy
X
with a cardigan
X
and hours lost
X
helping others
X
and how
X
it
X
could
X
have
X
been..
A/N: Yeah..I was doing my summer work and I got a bit, um, distracted..and this is the result! Review, feed the procrastination monster :P
