She lays on her bed and stares at the ceiling but her attention is on the blue creatures that float just outside her line of vision.

She's wary of the Nargles - as any sane person should. They like to mess with one's perception of reality. Not reality itself. Just the individual perception of it. And that's unfortunate.

She's grown fond of this particular way of seeing things. The old way leaves a bit of a nasty taste in her mouth. She can't remember much about it. But she remembers that Nargles used to be called "doubts" and "uncertainties" and were far harder to chase away.

She waves a hand at the shapes and shoos them away. She prefers this perception, where this is possible. Where emotions and thought patterns are tangible and more easy to manipulate.

She can feel a light brush against her fingertips as the Nargles move away. She smiles lightly, but then she catches a flash of mauve floating by and moans.

Naturally the Wackspurts pick now to move in.

She covers her ears and bites her lip. Wackspurts and Nargles are a horrible combination. Especially mauve ones. Because once upon marigold, when Nargles were doubts, Wackspurts were insecurities and mauve Wackspurts were the worst of the lot.

The Nargles and Wackspurts buzz around her head and she's too frightened the shoo them away because the smaller ones are already slipping in.

"...No friends..."

"...The ones you've got feel sorry for you.."

"...For Luna the Loon..."

"Loony Lovegood..."

"LOONY!"

She makes a mad dash for her dresser, pushing everything aside. And as her hands wrap around the radish earrings she tries to remember why she ever takes them off.

Seconds later, they're both secured in her ears and she watches the Nargles and Wackspurts float grumpily away with a smile.

Yes. She prefers this perception. And she swears never to abandon it.

To always chase after Crumple Horned Snorcacks (because calling them dreams seems odd)

To always be wary of Nargles and Wackspurts (because doubts and insecurities seem harder to manage)

And to always firmly believe in the power of a proper pair of Radish Earrings (because calling it ignorance hurts)


Disclaimer: I don't own the potter potterverse.

Came up with this while listening to Imaginary by Evanescence.