Eir·e
noun
1) The Irish name of Ireland
Luna wondered when exactly it was her mind started to wander.
If she had to guess, she'd think it was the day she stepped foot onto the Hogwarts castle grounds. Sweet Circe, but the magic that flowed around her made her feel like someone has slipped her a drug while she was on the train. Her heart was ready to burst from her chest and dance a jig; she almost couldn't contain what almost felt like madness from escaping her.
And when she first walked into the castle?
She nearly swooned from the pressure alone. The air felt heavy and thick with humidity and a light scent of cinnamon and sandalwood. It took her a few years to realize that Hogwarts actually had its own scent and that the scent was the castle's way of letting her know they were mutually aware of one another.
"Luna? Dear heart, are you coming in for supper or not? Bilbo is about to burst his buttons eating the food!"
The clouds cleared from her eyes and Luna slowly turned from staring at the rolling green hills of the Shire towards the loving couple who stared at her in exasperation.
"Hm?" She inquired loftily and giggled when Bungo huffed before bodily dragging her into the smial, mumbling about how one shouldn't stand outside during the rain when a home with a warm fire was steps away.
"'una!" chirped a young fauntling with copper hair and green eyes. He had drool dribbling down the side of his mouth and mashed potatoes in his hair. Luna laughed and lifted him into her arms. Maybe letting her mind wander wasn't so bad.
After all, all the wandering it did tended to find the happiest of memories for her.
