1/10/21
guileless
[ gahyl-lis ]
adjective
sincere; honest; straightforward; frank.
Luna has probably known since the beginning that Hermione and him were destined to be together. The blonde had a special power that Harry believed to be inherited from one of her parents. Perhaps even both. She saw things that weren't really there, at least to the normal eye, and when Hermione had mused aloud at whether magic leaves an invisible trace like heat signatures, he had watched as Lune's expression brightened, as if someone had discovered her trick.
"Luna, do you have a Mage Sight?" Harry asked a moment after that revelation. Hermione looked at him curiously, but Luna merely faced him head on with her guileless eyes and smiled brightly at him.
"I inherited it from my mother," she explained. "There are creatures that form from pools of ambient magic and emotions, and in areas of highly dense magic concentrations, they are everywhere."
"That's fascinating," Hermione commented. "Are there different versions of Mage Sight? I heard that Professor Dillinger back in the 1820's had a Mage Sight that could only see Wards, but that was supposition." Luna's grin widened and threatened to split her face, and she began to wax poetic about all that she knew about Mage Sight and its variances. Harry's arms surrounded Hermione as she leaned back into him and listened intently, asking questions in appropriate times for clarification. This second year Ravenclaw was fascinating, and he was forever grateful that when Second Year Hermione had gone on her crusade against bullying, she had already taken the at the time First Year Luna under her wing. Some of the older girls were cruel, no matter what the house, and seeing the blonde flourish under Hermione's guidance made pride swell up in his chest.
His best friend was so cool.