Luna-drabble. I've tried to get her character down right, as well as I can, but feedback really would be appreciated so I know how I'm doing there.

Disclaimer: I do not own Luna Lovegood or Hogwarts, or any of that. All I own is the poem and the feather.


Figments of imagination

enwrought with wispy song

and strains of the fantastic;

they drift softly down to rest in the

hand of the dreamer, the one who

ever sought the Grail and Avalon...

Rippling in the wind they lie,

silver feathers.

Her gaze was ensnared by a glint of silver hovering just above her. Absently, as she ever was, she reached to caress it. The feather was large, a plumy thing that stretched thirty centimeters if one, and reminded the girl of her namesake.

Her namesake... It was strange, really, that the dreamer's inspiration should be called lunacy. Dreams weren't insane; they gifted eyes to see and ears to hear that which most never could. It was the ones who didn't dream that madness took. The moon granted beauty, not harsh cold sickness.

Luna tucked the feather alongside her wand and ambled on.

Finis


-hopeful expression- Reviews really would be much appreciated...