Drip. Drip. Drip.
What's that sound? Oh, that's just life passing by. Life, a monotonous, grey stream of water, flowing around and grasping hold of those that let it, which is, in actual fact, many.
For so many of them, life is grey. The grey of the sky rolling with clouds, the grey of the shield charm thrown up in panic, the grey of grief surging through the body.
Not her, though.
For her, life is colour- shades of lilac, turquoise, bubblegum, cream, amber, silver, chocolate, ruby and emerald. For her, life is a crayon full of colour; a banquet full of taste; a field full of smells. For her, fairytales are real, chances are to be taken and Nargles most certainly infest mistletoe.
Those around her, well, they'd say she was crazy of course. Barking. Mental. Loony.
She knows, though, that life is a virtue, a gift and that grey is only there if you let it be. She knows all about the grey. It threatened her when her mother died, when she saw the thestrals and the voices started to invade. She promised, though, that she would never let it in.
Sure, the looks she receives aren't pleasant; sure, the stories she spins are scoffed at; sure she might prefer singing to talking and skipping to walking.
But she's also living.
And whilst those sillysilly monotonous grey people are staring, she'll hold her head up high to that palate of colour and say
"I think I'm going to have some pudding."
A/N: Another un-beta'd drabbly thing. I've wanted to write Luna for a while because she might just be my favourite but never had an idea.
Oh and bubblegum and chocolate are totally colours now, by the way.