A/N: This is yet another reply to the Random Character Challenge. I apologize for the slight delay in updates.
"Why, hello Lee," a whimsical voice sounds in his ear, and a mourning Lee Jordan turns to find a petite young woman beside him. "Nice to see you again."
Lee gratefully moves his glance from the chestnut coffin to the girl. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
The woman smiles friendlily. "I'm Luna Lovegood, a sixth-year. I've heard you commentate the Quidditch matches nearly every year until you graduated. I commentated a match once, you know. The Nargles weren't out, so it was safe for me to do so."
Lee smiles back unsurely. "Ah. I see."
Luna hands him a goblet of butterbeer. "Here – freshly made."
Lee accepts the drink, and attempts to drown his sorrow in it. But when the last drop of his beverage is swallowed, the reality is still there. Fred, one of his best friends, is still perished from the realm of life. He's still not here.
"Don't be sad, Lee," Luna pipes up, squeezing his arm. "Your friend is in a better place now."
"How did you know…?"
"People can tell you so much when they're in mourning. But you must accept that Fred Weasley is better off where he is now."
Lee scowls. "How can you be so sure? You've never been dead."
"No, I haven't," the bewildering grin still remains plastered onto Luna's pale face. "But I've been told about it. Death is just another life, Lee – only ten times better than life on Earth. It was Fred's time to experience it, and he was Chosen to have it."
He struggles to keep on a straight face. Lee doesn't know what this girl is talking about – Fred's time? He was Chosen?
"It's true, Lee," Luna continues. "You may not believe it now, but it is true. There's no need for sorrow. You should be happy because Fred doesn't have to suffer. He knows his family and friends will come soon, and he can watch them be happy."
Luna gives him one last beam, and saunters away to the coffin of Colin Creevey – probably to give little Dennis a similar talk. Lee looks back at Fred's coffin, where the Weasleys are circled around, eyes red and faces translucent.
Maybe Luna is right. Fred is better off where he is.
And Lee goes to get another drink, to toss away the last bit of sorrow.
A/N: Not my favorite piece, but I liked it. Please review!