~*~*~*~Someone They Love~*~*~*~
/]) L U N A ([\
Luna sighed in her dormitory. The others had all gone for lunch, but she didn't really feel like eating. They called her Loony Lovegood, but she didn't really mind. She borrowed books from Muggle library over the summer, and her father sent two a week by own.
She turned the page. Muggles were so obsessed with escaping from their world. It was nowhere near as complicated as the wizarding world. They had no idea. The planet was on the brink of a magical war, and still Muggles ploughed through stories about other worlds. Luna was particularly intrigued by one author, and a story about Rings and Elves and fallen empires. It was more than she could have dreamt of. Wizards were simply disinterested in such things; they had better things to do.
Luna had never really fitted in. She mused in the middle of conversations, but felt she was saner than most in her year. Because she occasionally escaped into alternate realities, her view of the real world was considerably clearer. They said she wasted her time with silly books, but then again they wasted their time with silly boys, and at least books didn't make you cry.
There was a boy that could make Luna cry; despite the thick skin she had developed from the mutters of her peers. Not necessarily aimed at her, but usually about her. "Shut up, here comes Loony Lovegood." "Would you look at the size of that book? It's not even for school!" It didn't really matter to Luna. What did they expect her to do? Sacrifice her own contentment for their comfort?
There was a boy that said some of those things, but not to Luna. That was what made her cry sometimes, in the middle of the night. Little tears splashed random pages of the Ottery St. Catchpole Library's copy of "Les Miserables", and of several other favourites. The boy wasn't in her year. He wasn't even in her house, but she knew him. She had known him long before he had known her.
Perhaps Ron Weasley hadn't noticed the blond girl who used to sit on a stile just outside the village, staring at the clouds, or into a tome, but she had noticed him. An occasional yell often went up from the hill, generally followed by a flash of bright red hair. At those times, Luna would look up, and she would smile when the same voice shouted, "George! You did that on purpose!" though it could be at the boy Fred either.
Then she had gone to Hogwarts, and it had all been different. He hadn't even realised she was alive for four years. His sister was in Luna's year - she was stroppy enough at the best of times, but could be quite nice, too. Luna had never paid her much attention. She was another one to refer to her as "Loony".
Detaching oneself from the social rat race of teenage life had its advantages. Luna alone knew that Terry Boot had gone out with Emma Dobbs, even though he was Lisa Turpin's boyfriend - and also that Lisa was feeling terrible for kissing Eddie Carmichael that same night. Luna saw the backstabbing that went on among the cliques, and how the 'nice' girls were every bit as gossipy as the 'nasty' ones. She was quite happy not to be a part of it.
It also gave Luna a clearer outlook on the male part of Hogwarts' population. She could quite happily muse on different boys without feeling guilty because he was so-and-so's ex-boyfriend from third year, since her very presence seemed to offend people about as much as was possible.
It had all changed in fourth year. She had started becoming friendly with Ron and Harry. She had laughed extra-hard at Ron's jokes, and liked to gaze at him for minutes on end. It had just dawned on her that Ron was potential boyfriend material, but it cut her deeply to see that the feeling was not mutual. No, Ron's heart was given to Hermione Granger, a mundane Muggle-born who was the total opposite of Luna.
Hermione was given to facts and tangible evidence, a true critic of everything the Quibbler stood for. Luna believed that belief itself was enough to make something real, that people did not make silly claims for the sake of it. At the heart of every tale is a particle of truth.
Even in looks, Hermione was completely different. Hermione was tall, with bushy brown hair and brown eyes. Luna was of average height, slighter; silky blond hair flowed down her back and her piercing blue eyes seemed misty.
Luna sighed again, and returned to her book. She turned the page; the book ended in a startling cliffhanger that had driven her mad at first. She slammed it shut, and went down to dinner.
/]) L U N A ([\
Luna sighed in her dormitory. The others had all gone for lunch, but she didn't really feel like eating. They called her Loony Lovegood, but she didn't really mind. She borrowed books from Muggle library over the summer, and her father sent two a week by own.
She turned the page. Muggles were so obsessed with escaping from their world. It was nowhere near as complicated as the wizarding world. They had no idea. The planet was on the brink of a magical war, and still Muggles ploughed through stories about other worlds. Luna was particularly intrigued by one author, and a story about Rings and Elves and fallen empires. It was more than she could have dreamt of. Wizards were simply disinterested in such things; they had better things to do.
Luna had never really fitted in. She mused in the middle of conversations, but felt she was saner than most in her year. Because she occasionally escaped into alternate realities, her view of the real world was considerably clearer. They said she wasted her time with silly books, but then again they wasted their time with silly boys, and at least books didn't make you cry.
There was a boy that could make Luna cry; despite the thick skin she had developed from the mutters of her peers. Not necessarily aimed at her, but usually about her. "Shut up, here comes Loony Lovegood." "Would you look at the size of that book? It's not even for school!" It didn't really matter to Luna. What did they expect her to do? Sacrifice her own contentment for their comfort?
There was a boy that said some of those things, but not to Luna. That was what made her cry sometimes, in the middle of the night. Little tears splashed random pages of the Ottery St. Catchpole Library's copy of "Les Miserables", and of several other favourites. The boy wasn't in her year. He wasn't even in her house, but she knew him. She had known him long before he had known her.
Perhaps Ron Weasley hadn't noticed the blond girl who used to sit on a stile just outside the village, staring at the clouds, or into a tome, but she had noticed him. An occasional yell often went up from the hill, generally followed by a flash of bright red hair. At those times, Luna would look up, and she would smile when the same voice shouted, "George! You did that on purpose!" though it could be at the boy Fred either.
Then she had gone to Hogwarts, and it had all been different. He hadn't even realised she was alive for four years. His sister was in Luna's year - she was stroppy enough at the best of times, but could be quite nice, too. Luna had never paid her much attention. She was another one to refer to her as "Loony".
Detaching oneself from the social rat race of teenage life had its advantages. Luna alone knew that Terry Boot had gone out with Emma Dobbs, even though he was Lisa Turpin's boyfriend - and also that Lisa was feeling terrible for kissing Eddie Carmichael that same night. Luna saw the backstabbing that went on among the cliques, and how the 'nice' girls were every bit as gossipy as the 'nasty' ones. She was quite happy not to be a part of it.
It also gave Luna a clearer outlook on the male part of Hogwarts' population. She could quite happily muse on different boys without feeling guilty because he was so-and-so's ex-boyfriend from third year, since her very presence seemed to offend people about as much as was possible.
It had all changed in fourth year. She had started becoming friendly with Ron and Harry. She had laughed extra-hard at Ron's jokes, and liked to gaze at him for minutes on end. It had just dawned on her that Ron was potential boyfriend material, but it cut her deeply to see that the feeling was not mutual. No, Ron's heart was given to Hermione Granger, a mundane Muggle-born who was the total opposite of Luna.
Hermione was given to facts and tangible evidence, a true critic of everything the Quibbler stood for. Luna believed that belief itself was enough to make something real, that people did not make silly claims for the sake of it. At the heart of every tale is a particle of truth.
Even in looks, Hermione was completely different. Hermione was tall, with bushy brown hair and brown eyes. Luna was of average height, slighter; silky blond hair flowed down her back and her piercing blue eyes seemed misty.
Luna sighed again, and returned to her book. She turned the page; the book ended in a startling cliffhanger that had driven her mad at first. She slammed it shut, and went down to dinner.
