Blue Roses
I haven't written in a long time. Hopefully this gets the juices flowing.
Written for Kat aka roseusvortex aka mongoose for her birthday.
oOo
Many said she was insane. Batty. Mad. Loony.
But they didn't see her as he did. Even Luna herself didn't see herself like he did, much to his sorrow. Perhaps there was some truth to that, but beneath it all laid a gentle, eccentric beauty that no one could even begin to understand. Her wisdom to see things that others could not, her capacity to comprehend life and death in ways that most lacked.
It was all so beautiful. And he tried to make Luna understand, he did. And she understood his efforts, but eluded and avoided his persistent prodding in the wayward way only she could do. However, she seemed to know what he was doing, and showed her appreciation in love.
It drove Harry deeply, truly mad as she would lead him around in these charades she had created specially for him. Yet he took them in stride, understanding that this was her way of showing her affection, and in return, he would accept to follow her on the next trip to find Blue Dragon-Snappers, or blue roses. They would traverse the world for these items, her whimsical nature directing the journey. They would go round and round and round, for miles and miles and miles.
And at the end she would only touch his chest and say playfully, "I already found them, Harry."
