The drabble prompt: Sunshine and rainbows as an antidote.
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"There's still crispness in the air even though the first green of spring has come. Snowdrops are pushing through the hard earth made soft by the sweet February rain. The sun has come out so soon, a rainbow has draped over the sky. If you close your eyes, you can smell the rain on the grass. Can you smell it?"
Luna stopped staring at the middle-distance where the scene had formed in her mind's eye. She looked down at the fragile form of Ollivander, crouched trembling against the dank dungeon wall, his eyes tightly shut.
"Yes, dear, I can," he whispered. "Thank you."
~oOo~