A/N: I'm having a Luna obsession, I have character obsessions, it's awesome. Read. Enjoy. Review. Favorite. Oh, and thanks to an anonymous review, I got the errors on this fixed. Thank you anonymous reviewer!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, Dumbledore would be at my house right now.
As her paintbrush flicked back and forth, back and forth, the paint magically changed into a soft silver when she did the shine. The paint changed into a soft honey brown, an emerald green, a soft cheek-pink, a fiery red. The paintbrush had a magic of its own, as did the hand of the painter. Four, realistic, almost... alive faces appeared on the small canvas. She let her magic flow, flow like the paint on the end of the paintbrush, forming soft black pointy locks on the forehead of the boy-who-lived. Forming Honey brown, not-so-frizzy-anymore curls, forming dark brown bangs plastered to a small forehead, forming fiery flame-like legendary Weasley hair...
Underneath the paintbrush, formed five smiling faces, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley... for reasons that she didn't know, the paint changed into an ink-black, and, as if the pale, long-fingered hand had a life of it's own, it formed beautiful, swirling, flower-like words on the top right hand corner of the small canvas.
The magic never known by evil swarming shadows,
The magic never known by those who do not seek it,
is the magic blooming now in the form of secrets.
Friendship.
The hand again reached for her wand, and the painting grew, grew, grew larger so it was taller than her, each face split apart and was framed by a glowing gold metal, with blood red rubies forming words only intelligeble by the painter, and the wand linked the five paintings with gold chains, also forming words, Friends, Friends, Friends. At that very moment, someone burst into the room wall-papered by the faces of five legendary-to-be friends, and as the painter was dragged away the black flower-like words were washed away by the silver tears of the lone paintbrush hovering in the corner of the room.
A/N: Like? No like? Tell me if I made any mistakes. Read, Review, Enjoy, or I'm not sharing my virtual cookie. Oh, and it's short. I guess you know that, but, It's hard for me to keep my attention on something for a long time, so I wrote it down while I still could. It's also the shortest thing I ever wrote.