"Luna," Mr. Lovegood called up the stairs. "It's time to get up. Don't
forget - school's starting today."
Burying her face in her pillow, Luna mumbled, "Yes, Dad. I'm up."
She stumbled out of bed and pulled out some clothes to wear. Then she remembered - him. She threw down the clothes she had selected - jeans and a T-shirt - and grabbed a lace top and silk skirt.
After dashing to the bathroom, she slammed the door. Once bathed and dressed, she wondered, "What should I do with my hair?" She had washed it with a magical shine-enhancing shampoo. It was now so bright it was hard to look at it. She had used the entire bottle.
Ambivalent on whether to put it in a bun or a French-braid, she did small French-braids on both sides and pinned the back into three small buns. "Perfect," she murmured, tying purple ribbons on the each of each braid.
Now she scrutinized her face. It was too pale, she decided. Pointing her wand at her cheeks, she muttered a spell under her breath. She stared in the mirror. "Oh, no," she cried. Her cheeks were bright red. After undoing the spell, she tried again. "Exactly," she exclaimed, relieved it had worked out how she wanted it to.
Luna knelt down and began rummaging through the cabinet under the sink. She was searching for her mother's old make-up. It had to be somewhere. Ah-ha! In this box! She pulled out the box, looking through all the colorful bottles and jars.
One green bottle said "Eye Lash Lengthener. Dab a bit on your eyelids, blink, and ta-da!" Luna followed the instructions. When she opened her eyes, her now-green eye lashes fluttered against her forehead. "Wow," she said. "A little bit longer and I could dust all the furniture easily!"
"Luna!" she heard her father call. "What the devil are you doing up there for so long? Your toast is cold now."
Looking longingly at all the other contents of the box, Luna sadly began to put it away. Wait. she could take it! "Brilliant, Luna," she told herself, and ran to her room, throwing it into her trunk.
"I'm coming, Dad," she called, and dashed down the stairs.
"What the hell did you do to yourself, Luna?" her father exclaimed as soon as he saw her.
"Oh, Dad," she sighed. "You really ought to keep up with the latest fashions."
"But Lun -- "
"Da-ad. it's how girls look now."
Feeling guilty that he wasn't keeping up with his daughter's generation, he said, "If you say so, Luna," while thinking "Crazy girls" and went back to reviewing articles for the Quibbler.
Burying her face in her pillow, Luna mumbled, "Yes, Dad. I'm up."
She stumbled out of bed and pulled out some clothes to wear. Then she remembered - him. She threw down the clothes she had selected - jeans and a T-shirt - and grabbed a lace top and silk skirt.
After dashing to the bathroom, she slammed the door. Once bathed and dressed, she wondered, "What should I do with my hair?" She had washed it with a magical shine-enhancing shampoo. It was now so bright it was hard to look at it. She had used the entire bottle.
Ambivalent on whether to put it in a bun or a French-braid, she did small French-braids on both sides and pinned the back into three small buns. "Perfect," she murmured, tying purple ribbons on the each of each braid.
Now she scrutinized her face. It was too pale, she decided. Pointing her wand at her cheeks, she muttered a spell under her breath. She stared in the mirror. "Oh, no," she cried. Her cheeks were bright red. After undoing the spell, she tried again. "Exactly," she exclaimed, relieved it had worked out how she wanted it to.
Luna knelt down and began rummaging through the cabinet under the sink. She was searching for her mother's old make-up. It had to be somewhere. Ah-ha! In this box! She pulled out the box, looking through all the colorful bottles and jars.
One green bottle said "Eye Lash Lengthener. Dab a bit on your eyelids, blink, and ta-da!" Luna followed the instructions. When she opened her eyes, her now-green eye lashes fluttered against her forehead. "Wow," she said. "A little bit longer and I could dust all the furniture easily!"
"Luna!" she heard her father call. "What the devil are you doing up there for so long? Your toast is cold now."
Looking longingly at all the other contents of the box, Luna sadly began to put it away. Wait. she could take it! "Brilliant, Luna," she told herself, and ran to her room, throwing it into her trunk.
"I'm coming, Dad," she called, and dashed down the stairs.
"What the hell did you do to yourself, Luna?" her father exclaimed as soon as he saw her.
"Oh, Dad," she sighed. "You really ought to keep up with the latest fashions."
"But Lun -- "
"Da-ad. it's how girls look now."
Feeling guilty that he wasn't keeping up with his daughter's generation, he said, "If you say so, Luna," while thinking "Crazy girls" and went back to reviewing articles for the Quibbler.