Although he would never dare to tell her, Neville thought Luna was astonishingly perfect. She had a unusual sort of beauty to her. Her abnormally large, lustrous eyes, tangled mass of hair, and sharp, freckled nose would look odd as singular features, but together, they gave her a strange sort of charm. However, Neville was not so superficial as to only admire her for her good looks. No, Neville knew that the true beauty was inside her. Although that sounded slightly hackneyed , it was the honest truth. Only he could see true Luna, the Luna no one else was patient enough to find. A girl who cared deeply for all people and creatures, living or dead. A girl who was brave enough to ignore the cruel people who teased her or stole her things. A dreamy, inquisitive girl who was the person she wanted to be, and didn't wait for the approval of her peers. The girl he was mad for.
Just a short drabble, to cheer myself up after a sucky day filled with crying over stupid things. Anyway, I haven't posted much Government Stole My Toad Yet, and tonight seemed like the perfect time to start! Have a lovely day/afternoon/evening ! :D