This story was originally written in second person. I went through and tried to correct all the pronouns. If I missed any, please let me know.
I lie on my stomach at the edge of the stream dipping my fingers in the water, enticing the Plimpies. After a while, I turn over on my back, and my hair dangles in the water. I watch as clouds roll by: turtles, sunflowers, glasses, my father's printing press, a nose, and a smile. It looks like the sky showing me my own reflection.
"Luna!" I hear my father call out from our house. Closing my eyes, I sigh, breathing in the scent of summer and sunshine. Then I stand up and squeeze the excess water out of my hair as I stroll back to the house.
"Yes?" I ask, releasing my damp hair.
"Happy Birthday, Luna," my dad says, kissing the top of my head.
"Thanks, Daddy," I say, kissing his cheek.
"I've got you something," he says cheerfully.
I obediently cover my eyes and do not open them until I hear Daddy say, "Now."
My eyes open, and I see, resting in my father's out-stretched palms, little jars of paint. Smiling, I pick up the bright green one, appreciating the simplistic beauty of the colour.
"Thank you," I say excitedly, kissing Daddy once more.
We eat a nice early lunch together and talked about the upcoming edition of The Quibbler. Then I bring the paints up to my room as Daddy turns back to his printing press.
I ponder what I should do with the new paint as I stare at the jars of green, blue, red, brown, black, and gold. After a while, I find myself staring out the window and wondering what it was like to celebrate a birthday with more than one other person.
Before I know what I'm doing, all the jars are opened and have a paintbrush placed in each of them. I work for hours until five smiling faces looked down at me from my bedroom ceiling.
When my hand starts to hurt, I descend the stairs to have dinner with my father.
It's a good dinner; it's a good dinner every night. I laugh and discuss points of interests like the gnome that had made its home right outside the front door. I talk with Daddy until it's decided that it's time to go to bed. I kiss Daddy good night and make my way upstairs. I'm just about to climb into bed when I realize I have forgotten a very important part of my mural. I pop the lid off the jar of gold-colored paint and determinedly set to work adorning my picture with the word "friends" a thousand times.
When I finish and climb into bed, I find myself staring up at my five best friends—Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny—all framed by a golden chain.