Title: It Seems Peaceful
Rating: T (to be on the safe side)
Challenge: Chicken Soup for the Witch/Wizard's Soul
Character/Pairing: Luna Lovegood.
Authors Note: I've never written for Luna before and I had no idea what else to do. I think Luna's the sort of person to have morbid thoughts like these, but I may be wrong. If it doesn't make sense in a part, tell me! :)
I've often wondered what it would be like to be a Gryffindor. So daring to try anything once - but, of course, not all Gryffindors are like that. It's a common misconception about them.
There's a lingering thought in the back of my mind, just daring me to do something.
I sometimes want to just swing off the highest tower or lean over the Quidditch stands. Maybe stick a Muggle fork in a toaster or stand beside a dragon when it's breathing fire.
Sometimes when I'm in the bath, an electrical Muggle object is on the bathroom cabinet beside me. I want to grab it while it's still plugged in and dip it in the water, just to feel what it's like.
I stand precariously at the edge of cliffs quite often, wanting to take that one step forward so I could just easily fall. It's so easy, death is. Something so… profound. So special.
If I was lying all beaten and broken on the pavement, I don't think I'd fancy anyone to come and help… I think I might like to see what it's like to fade away into unconsciousness, never breathing again.
What would death feel like? Would it hurt or be painless? Would it be like my mother's screams that drowned the whole house in a continuous echo?
At the Battle, there's so much death. So much that I'm almost giddy to see if I'll be affected by it, if I'll be cursed off quickly or tortured like Neville's parents by a Cruciatus Curse.
But, alas, I'll never part with this world when I want or how I envision it. So often, we never get a choice in matters of the heart. Death is kind of like love in a way - easy to come across but difficult once gone.
I'm Luna Lovegood and I think I'd like to die in my sleep. It seems peaceful.