Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it's a little bit of fluff and a lot of light! Cause who doesn't love that?
Prompts:
Pixel Dungeon:
Depth 2 - Be cautious, since the dungeon is even more dangerous at night! [Prompts: circular, drunk, cat]
Crimson potion used.
WC: 500 exactly.
Pirate Ship:
Part 1 - Fred Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Music Lesson
Dynamics: Write a story in which there are no dialogue tags. So no, "he said," and other variations.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise!
Wonder
Fred leant casually against the doorframe of their quaint little house, the stray ginger tabby cat that they had adopted twisted and purred around his legs. The sun was bright and the breeze was pleasant. The garden had become her domain and she ran it well. There was such a riot of colours from the variety of flowers planted in the small space that it almost hurt to look at and a vegetable patch overflowed with bounty in one corner. The many fragrances of the flowers floated on the breeze but it was not overwhelming, simply refreshing. Butterflies danced across the grass and bees flitted from prize to prize, buzzing happily.
In all, it was perfect. A little utopia in their happy little corner of England, barely touched by the prying eyes of nosy people. A little muggle town sat a mile down the road and their closest neighbour was a field full of sheep. If he stood there long enough, Fred could easily pretend that they were the only people in the world.
Fred stood, as he always did at this time, on look-out for his love. She was due home any minute and he liked to be ready with a pot of tea. Sure enough a glint of gold crested the top of the hill beyond their home, bright hair catching in the sunlight.
Luna bounded down the hill, one arm raised in a delighted wave as she caught sight of her husband and Fred chuckled as he returned the wave. She was distracted again almost instantly, maybe by a bunny or a wounded mouse, or an interesting plant. He watched as she staggered drunkenly from side to side, but the only thing Luna was drunk on was life.
Fred couldn't help the feeling of hope and happiness that rose in his heart as his Luna looked up at him her eyes wide and brimming with excitement. Her mouth formed a perfect circular 'o' as she squealed at him brandishing the basket in his face. She hugged him tightly as soon as she reached him and though the embrace was as fleeting as her attention span it was filled with enough genuine love and happiness to fuel Fred for a lifetime.
He brought her inside and poured the well steeped tea into two mugs listening without hearing as Luna babbled on and on about her day. She needed no prompting and no encouragement to tell him with all the delight in the world about the creatures she met, those that she rescued and the interesting plants she came across.
Fred knew that his own day would pale in comparison and even then he would barely find time to edge a word in sideways, but that never bothered him. Fred had discovered the peaceful side to himself, absent of George and found that with Luna he was more than happy to sit back and just watch the life fizz and bubble within her.
She truly was a wonder.
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