Luna wiped the sweat from her forehead as she looked at all of the colourful berries she had collected.
Sure, it was mid-summer. Sure, it was the middle of a war.
But Luna didn't care about how the sun was heating her small body or how the Wrackspurts had somehow gotten into her hair.
This was worth it all.
Carrying the little balls of colour, she headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Luna grabbed a dozen or so plates, and put each type of berry on each one. Taking her wand, she pointed to each plate, and soon, instead of the berries, there were fourteen vivid colours.
Luna got another plate as well to mix the paints if needed.
First, she took the orange and the yellow to make a creamy skin color. She enchanted the paint brush to make some odd head looking shapes on the ceiling.
Next, she mixed red, blue, and yellow to form a brown shade. The paintbrush made what looked to be a brown bush with matching eyes on one head, and a casual boyish hairstyle on another. Then, it moved to another head, painting soft, hazel eyes.
Luna smiled to herself. This was looking better than she had expected already!
The brush with red paint on it moved on to the bald head that had the brown eyes. It painted straight, long, red hair. It then turned to another skin-coloured blob, and painted a similar looking style as the one previous, but this hair obviously belonged to a boy.
The blue paint made the eyes of the male red head and brunette, and soon, there was only one head withought a face, nor hair.
The black Baneberry juice was perfect, so Luna dipped the paintbrush into it, and made it fly up to the faceless, bald head. The paintbrush painted messy black hair, and round glasses on the boy, and the green made sparkling emerald eyes.
Luna looked outside and realized the sun had began to set. It was stunning, the sunset was.
She shook her head. She should focus on painting.
"Hm, they're missing something," she mumbled, referring to the portraits of the five people she was painting.
Her eyes glinted with inspiration, as she took the neon pink colour, and mixed it with a lot of white, until it was a marvelous shade of light pink.
A grin on her own lips, Luna painted the smiles on the faces.
It was perfect.
"Not yet," Luna told herself, and began thinking about how to make the paintings of the five people who had accepted her as a friend shine.
That was it, Luna thought. They were her friends.
Instead of enchanting the brush, Luna took gold paint on a paintbrush, stepped onto her bed and made the finishing touches.
There was the word 'friends' written over and over, looking like chains connecting them all to her heart.
She'd never forget that she had friends now.
For the first time in her life, though she hadn't cared about it much before, Luna felt accepted.
Yes, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter were her friends.