[AN:] Soooo before I finish up and upload an upcoming gender bend BBRae fic, I decided to finish up and upload my first ever HP fanfic! Started it on Sunday and finishing it up today, something that's hard for me to do. I chose Luna due to being my favorite character, really easy to make a short drabble without having to elaborate on stuff to the point where it'd be another pretty sizable fanfic on months long hiatus, and, well...I love the girl. I hope ya'll enjoy this too... (4/24/19: took out any fanfic formality due to being so short tbh)
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"How...luminous…"
Whenever the sky darkens and stars from far, far away pop up, Luna always finds a way to sneak out of her dorm room and travel to the fourth-floor balcony of Hogwarts, just so she can be a little bit closer to the stars that flash their effulgence at her.
When the peculiar fourth year sits on one of the structure's window sills, the girl leaning forward so much she just might fall to her death (Not that she minds that, cause at least she'd get to die looking at the diamonds in the sky), she focuses entirely at the night's specks upon specks, her skin shivering in pure delight.
With irises so pale in blueness and grayness they could be stars themselves, the Ravenclaw can see past the sparkles above and instead envision someone she hasn't seen in quite a while- her mother, who's constellation is very much a captivating image.
Of course, who wouldn't find a woman that holds a box that contains inauspicious yet enthralling mysteries interesting? The teenager's mother was named Pandora for a reason, and it was obvious that the deceased parent's imagination was passed down to the fifteen year old.
"It's as if I'm in a dream," the blonde says to herself, her melodic voice pronouncing each syllable as if she is singing the bittersweet tune of a literal Pandora's box opening its miracles and tragedies unto the world.
After two hours pass and her eyelids wrinkle in weariness, the girl gets off the window sill and falls her way back into the hallway of the fourth floor, landing perfectly on her shoeless feet. If only her bed slippers hadn't been hidden away by her housemates, for her socks accumulate much dirt.
With a elegant pat to take the dirt off her nightgown, the witch begins her way back to the common room of her house, a house full of scholars wanting to explore past the void and obtain what is seen as impossible. How fitting for the weird female to be placed in such a house, was it not?
"Happy birthday to me," she whispers in the darkness as she exits the fourth corridor, as she suddenly remembers her birthday is today, something that both her and everyone around her seem to always forget, with the exception of her father, who'll surely be giving her a gift that'll arrive at breakfast….At least the nebula outside and her parents will always remember her birthday, if the people of Hogwarts never do.
In a way, it was like the "wallpaper" that the night always paints is a birthday gift her mother gave her, consisting of a beautiful, nostalgic and heart-clenching Milky Way—a Luna way.
How wonderful.
[End.]
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