It's a bit of a fluff chapter, but we need those, don't we?
not mine... so, so not mine.
Luna Lovegood.
Stated at times given, but were incoherent as Luna is involved.
I know, you think I must think of wondrous things to conjure one. I mean, that is how I act. But I wasn't always like that you know. I used to be normal, and sad like everyone else. I chose to be how I am. I'm happy like this.
I think of simple things, daisies, hummingbirds, and swing-sets. I love swing sets, when you are on them, you fly, broomsticks and magic can't compare to jumping off of one.
I think of turnips, and pecans, and old men in the moon. I think of imagination, because really, that is all that magic is. It isn't rules and certain flicks of the wand. It isn't ancient words or spells. It's the audacity to dream, to imagine, and to pretend.
I think of muggles. They dream and pretend of magic, with no reason. How awesome is that? I don't know if I could dream of that without it being in front of me. But, they do, the dream so hard that they dedicate holidays to it.
I think of my daughter. She is three, and is in every way her father, she has blue eyes, and this little curl in her hair. I put it in ribbons every day.
I think, that is who I should strive to be, because I'll be working on a project, and she just sits there, with her toys and talks, still such a baby's speech, but with real words placed in it. I think, that is how a language and a person should be, both real, and not so much. Perhaps that is what my father spent all his years trying to figure out. How things should be.
Mine, is the Rabbit, not because it is fast, or smart. But because, when they are children, they play.
what do you think?