The Girl With Sad Eyes
We cry, we dance, we live—that's what it is to be human.
I see her in my dreams. She has long blonde hair—quite like Malfoy's really and a pale face like a broken heart.
Everyone thinks she's abnormal. Weird even. I wonder how she can stand it? To know that behind her back people are laughing and joking at what she stands for. I can, but I'm different.
Even her name is abnormal. Luna, Lunar, Lune how strange. Lune. Loon. Poor Loony Lovegood. She can see them too, the thestrals, the skeleton horses with their mad white eyes and filmy black skin.
Sometimes I think she's mad too, with her strange ramblings about animals that only exist in her imagination and her determination to learn how to fly.
She seems obsessed with it. The idea of it. I've seen her on the hills beyond Hogwarts stretched out on the cool green grass, arms spread wide watching the birds.
When the geese fly by on their southernly flight she'll run with them, barefoot and free. It's the only time I've seen her truly happy. Happy in her madness.
Does she believe what she was told about her mother? I doubt it. They say she was too young to remember—but I remember. I remember my mother crumpling to the ground at the blast of green fire from a sleek ebony wand.
I wonder if she can see her mother in her dreams. Elestra Lovegood in a long black cloak with a silver mask, a tattoo of a snake and skull on her arm, and madness in her eyes. They say that it was because of her mother that Luna is the way she is. Effects of the cruciatus curse apparently.
Perhaps it is true. She seems mad right now, moving trance like towards the battlements as the battle ranges around her. Through the slits in my eye mask I can see her as she dodges a curse meant for her and kills a man poised to attack Lisa Fawcett.
Then she stumbles, foot caught on her robe, or perhaps by a tripping jinx. She's falling, falling backwards over the edge of the battlements, over the rooftop of Hogwarts, down, down down, to the mass of green rolling countryside.
And—she looks happy. Is she? I don't know, because the war is still moving and the curses are still flying.
No time to say good-bye to the girl with sad mad eyes.
