A winter's tale.
Snow falls slowly from the skies. It is almost as though it did not want to land on the soil, where it would spoil and turn a dark shade of brown before it melt in the spring. When it happens, it would become part of some – any - corpse of water, starting its way to the sea.
Unable to return as the same next year.
Luna lands spread-eagle on the snow that has been covering the known world since early October, and it is seconds before she starts moving like a crazed worm when she catches a glimpse of the blue sky above. When she stands up, Ginevra can see the parts of the ground in which Luna had to put her hands and knees to support herself up. Luna starts again with a dreamy expression screwed upon her face, determined to get one perfect.
In the bottom Luna is still a child. Ginevra knows this because she spends awful lots of time thinking about everything; past, present, future and the different people that have been part of her life. She analyses them and her own role, and tries to learn something from her various experiences; even if she ends acknowledging that she is bound to keep committing mistakes.
In the meanwhile she stares at the snow that starts falling. The sky is now gray, like her heart at times. Perhaps it will turn into a storm later in the evening. But she keeps watching the falling flakes, and the feeling of cold drops against the surface of her face keeps her from thinking about storms. Luna calls at her trying to get her on the noble labor of making snow angels, but to no avail. Ginevra likes to watch.
And she sees indeed. More snowflakes make the air thicker and her comprehension quickens. Ginevra - who tends to be rude, for her blood is very old - suspects something, and uses her wand for a little experiment. With a snowflake now a thousand times bigger than its original size, she realizes that the thing has a predefined pattern. She tries again and compares, and it is evident that they are not the same.
Her mind plays a trick to her, which uses to happen to those who spends awful lots of times thinking about everything. A snowball collides with her face, and the human hunting begins.
And as Ginevra runs behind Luna – getting more snowballs and merciless mockery at her abused being – she understands why Luna is considered a very strange person to all those who get to know her, and why instead of being referred to as 'unpredictable' she gets called too often 'Loony'. It is ridiculous now and she laughs heartily, so aloud that in fact she is unable to keep running, bringing Luna by her side. That proved to be a big mistake, though, as the Weasley embraces the one that loves goodness, officially ending the snow battle.
They return to the school, where they are from different houses and have different lives, and where for some big mistake everyone in there is supposed to be enemies. Ginevra is happy, though, because she is the owner of a very evident secret.
Because Luna is like a snowflake. She has her own particular pattern which it is unlike everyone else's. Her dreamy expression keeps her from falling and getting spoiled; forever lost, into the endless sea where she would not have an identity of her own.