Luna Lovegood. She figures it's a pretty name. Luna. Moon. She's always liked the moon; the way it shines down on her as if it's begging for the vision of illuminated skin and shining blonde hair. Luna stares at her name at the top of the parchment for a long time.
Luna. Pretty.
Her fingernails--bitten down to the quick--make a mark on the paper when she runs her fingers over it. After tilting her head and squinting her eyes a bit, she decides that the scratch adds character. Not that her Divination essay needs any character.
The faint sound of fluttering wings draws her eyes away from the page. Something nibbles on her ear and she reaches out for it, frustrated with herself. Her hand finds empty air. Luna's going blind, and she hates it. The creatures that were so much a part of her childhood have started to fade until they're just vague shapes and shadows around her.
A whisper so quiet that she strains herself to hear it comes like a caress. At least she can still hear them.
Luna supposes that she's lucky for the fact that she could see them at all. Most people lived their entire lives without ever seeing a Nargle. A barely audible sigh escapes her mouth.
The fluttering comes back for a moment before disappearing.
She isn't most people.
Luna going blind. The thought is almost laughable. She won't loose her literal vision, she'll just lose the beauty of her second sight.
Another sigh floats out between her parted lips. Luna runs her fingers through her long, blonde hair.
The fluttering does not come back.