A/N: This is pretty bad, but my excuse is I am shit tired.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Luna couldn't help but watch the world drift by in a slow moving film, a caricature, painted. That's what it was, she saw every shade that other's did not, the greens were greener when Luna looked, the purples were... well, more purple. Everything in Luna's life was richer than in her peers. She saw in Art. And Art was one of those few beautiful things that made her content. The only things she had ever found lacking in her art world were friends. Luna didn't mind when she was younger, but by her third year at Hogwarts, she began to feel distant, and, for the first time in her life, lonely. She looked up at the roof of her four poster bed, on it was a painting, alike to the one on the ceiling of her room, but unalike. The one in her room kept her company in the long summer months, when her father could not take her out, the one in the empty dormitory-the intake of Ravenclaws had been low the year she had come, naturally Luna was the one who ended up in the empty dorm-portrayed the backs of those she hoped were her friends. Walking away, for two years now the individuals on the paper had been walking slowly away. It drove her mad, but she could not bring herself to remove it.
Five sleepless hours into the night, the elves still had not come and Luna stepped out of bed, the nightly tears rolling down her cheeks. She walked over to a cabinet and removed a large tin of paints and turned to a wall. Her favored brushes were small; they produced fine and detailed drawings of minute sizes. That was the way she liked it. The figures would be walking towards her this time.
Ten hours into the night, Luna was done on the four inch high bodies. She began their surroundings, the crowded laughing Great Hall, full of indistinct people with duller less clear cut colors than the four walking toward her, the only other clear face on the picture was another Gryffindor that Luna considered as a friend. Neville looked over at her, laughing friendlily, waving. Luna stepped back and tapped the picture lightly with her wand. The four central figures began their long walk toward her. She smiled dreamily before ducking into her four poster, ignoring the one on the roof, she turned and lay to face the figures walking her way.
Half an hour later she was finally asleep, to be rudely awakened by the realization that it was morning, time to get up. Luna went down to the Hall, arriving long before everyone else. She beamed down the aisle she had spent the night staring at. It was so much duller in life.
She sat down.
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