Written for the 52 Weeks of Writing Competition, using the week 9 prompt Sand. It's exams now so I've fallen really behind but I am totally going to catch up. Just watch me. I'll make use of this little break I have in the middle of the exam period to write a bit more.
Takes place during the Battle of Hogwarts.
Word Count: 192
The sand was falling.
All around her, grain by grain, second by second. Luna could feel it streaming past her ears, see it rushing past her eyes. She could feel herself sliding down with the sand, unable to help herself or anyone else as she was carried downwards. She shot a jinx at a Death Eater as she ran, blasting him away from a schoolmate she didn't know. A third year, she thought, from the looks of it. His hair was sticking up in odd places, and his robes looked like they'd been chewed up by a Crumpled-Horn Snorkack, but he was still alive.
If she didn't help him, though, it wouldn't be very long before he was swallowed up by the sand as well.
She doubled back, casting a shield charm and knocking a werewolf down the stairs, and Professor Trelawny, bless her soul, finished him off with a crystal ball. She then pointed her wand at the boy, levitating him over to an empty classroom and placing him behind the teacher's table.
He'd be safer there, she told herself, as she pulled herself away to save others from the sand.