2) Quidditch On The Hill

"Up!" Luna cried at the broomstick a few feet beneath her out stretched hand.

"No, no, no! Luna, you have to be sweet with it. You're sweet about everything else, why are you so harsh when it comes to flying?" Calls Fred from a few feet above her.

"Because it never works if I'm nice!" Yells Luna impatiently, stoping her foot on the ground.

"Here," says Fred soothingly, he flys down to her, hoops off his broom and goes to hers. "Up." He says sweetly. It shoots right into his hand, he moves it to Luna, she grabs it and he orders the broom to obey her. It shudders in agreement.

"Thank you." Says a blushing Luna. It's always so embarrassing when one of the twins needs to do it for her.

"It's not a problem, Lu, you haven't grown into your magic yet. We have." Grins Fred devilishly.

"We bloomed early." Finishes George, the same grin plastered on his face as well. Luna thanked the gods silently that Molly always dressed them different, and parted their hair differently.

Today, left parted Fred, was wearing a Chuddly Cannons T-shirt and jeans. George on the other hand, wears a plain white T-shirt with his right parted hair and jeans that were a bit too big. Clearly at one point the jeans belonged to Perseus or Charles. If it wasn't for that she could hardly tell them apart.

Luna soars up, the warm summer air around her, making her forget about anything that could possibly be on her mind. She reaches in the bag on the front of her broom stick and grabs an apple sized stone and she, without warning chucks it at George.

He wasn't even looking her way, but whips the bludger bat out and hits it with a loud crack. The stone flys in the opposite direction faster than it had come to him. Luna doesn't look it, but she's very strong. She'd make a good chaser, if her balance was a little better. "Nice one, Luna!" Yells George, grinning proudly.

"I'm learning!" She yells back, grinning at him. She grabs another stone and thoughts it to Fred, who hits it without even looking. It soars and lands somewhere in the hillside. They continue this for several hours, occasionally landing to find the set of 12 stones, and going right back up in the air.

"My sweet! Lunch is ready!" Cries Luna's father from below, his robes swaying slightly in the wind.

"Coming daddy!" They glide down to him and stack the brooms on the side of the house. She silently wished that her father would stop calling her 'my sweet', it made her look so little in the eyes of Fred and George.

They sit down at the table, Fred to her left, and George to her right, how it always is. Luna painted the table and chairs. It is a soft green with the indication of grass on the legs. The chairs she painted blue, like the color of the sky, and painted realistic puffy clouds on them. Her father charmed it so the chairs would depict the weather outside, often giving off their own light, he also charmed the 'grass' on the table to sway as if an invisible wind were blowing over it. Se loved it. Her mother and her painted the walls of the kitchen. Birds and incests litter the walls. Her mom taught her how to paint, and she had a natural talent for it.

"What for lunch, Mrs Lovegood?" Asked Fred.

"Grilled cheese and chocolate milk."

"Mmm." Said the three kids, all licking their lips. Selene levitates the plates and they set down at the table at once. The kids dig into their food, as Selene and Xenophiles sit across from them. Selene starts humming a soft lullaby and luna looks at her mom with a mouth full of cheese-y goodness, knowing what that song is from. She side glances at Fred and George, who seemed to have noticed nothing except how slowly Luna is eating.

"Lu," says Fred with food in his mouth, "Why are you not eating?"

"No reason, I guess I'm not very hungry." Says Luna passively. He looked at her, disbelieving her excuse. She couldn't help but notice the way his brown eyes softened when he looked her in the eye. His red hair shaggy and pointed up in weird places, the way his freckles make a river of pale brown over his nose. How his still young features made him seem her age, yet so much older. She smiled as she saw how his ears poke out of his hair slightly. He was so good looking. She was seven years old, when boys start become attractive to young girls. But she has only felt attraction to Fred, never to George. Which she found odd in itself, but she still did. He always included her, he was often the prankster, yet found ways to be with Luna. He watched her grow up, she's seen him grow up to. He calls her Lu, no one, not even her parents, call her that. George doesn't. Only Fred, and she likes that a lot.

Fred couldn't help but notice how beautiful a Luna was already. She's three years younger, but so beautiful. Her silvery grey eyes that always sparkled when they met his. How her eyebrows were a darker blond than the hair on her head, he knew that as she grew older her hair would become that same color. Her pale skin gives her a goddess like quality. He knows its silly to be crushing so some so little, but Luna has this dreamy air around her that makes her seem so much older. She's so open minded. She believes in all the silly creatures her parents write about, she's even convinced him that Nargles exist. She knows his families nicknames yet she calls them the full ones. Except him. Never has she called him Fredrick, and he loved that. I made him feel special. She looked down first, smiling into her lap. A soft pink flushing her face. She had noticed him starring. He blushed in response. He knew it was more obvious with him, with the red hair and all, but she always had that effect on him.

Later that night the Lovegood's went over to the Weasley's for dinner, and Fred, Luna, George and Ginny all played with the gnomes. One bit Luna, and Xenophilous beamed at her. After all, gnome saliva is very beneficial, he had just written an story in The Quibbler about it. He continued to tell them about it, Luna and Fred very interested, hanging on every word. Ginny and George mocking him as he spoke. Only to receive a frown from Luna, and a smack upside the head from Fred.

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