A/N: I am so sorry, I completly deleted this chapter in my foolishness. I was trying to upload 5 and I accidently uploaded over this one...ahh! I'm going crazy trying to fix everything!
ANYWAY, this is a fic I'm writing with my friend Shantazzar. I'm going to do the Luna chapters, he's gonna be Neville...ahh, I just gotta fix this all before he gets home and figures this out,
lucid-03-days
I love this school, I really do. It's beautiful, amazing even. Especially when it rains-not snows, but rains. The droplets pitter on the windows causing a calming melody that sooths me while I work throughout the day. I also love snow, but for different reasons. I love to go outside when it snows, wrapped in warm clothes letting the tiny flakes melt on my tongue or stick to my hair.
I also cherish the people in this school. The teachers for their talents, helping to educate me in their own special ways. The students, for making sure there's never a drab moment. I know that even during the quietest of days, there is always something lurking in the halls, just anticipating to be discovered by some perceptive innocence. That's what makes Hogwarts the way it is.
There is a predominant flaw of my school though, which is easily overlooked by its inhabitants. It is that the free-spirited beings are misunderstood. The students are the preeminent problem, since the Professors have seen enough to make them believers, even if it's just a diminutive amount. But the students, they always have to have proof of existence. I have not yet come across one that just believed.
Take our Head Girl, Hermione Granger for example. She's a brilliant girl, top of her class and everything. She just never looks beyond. There are many great things you can read in books, and I realize this. I too adore reading, so I comprehend her feelings for them. But your heart misses so many of the substance it desires with just books. What I don't understand about her is that she is not only clever, but she is also very attractive. She has numerous guys who want to have her as a girlfriend, mainly her best friend Ronald Weasley, but she doesn't take any notice to them. This is why one should not be buried in books all the time.
Another intriguing person from my school is Neville Longbottom. I do not understand why, but ever since I met him two years ago I've had a strong fascination with him. To a typical person he seems frail, powerless, and sometimes even dimwitted. In reality though he is quite the opposite, although I doubt he is aware. I have, on many occasions, tried to tell him what I think of him, but I'm afraid he doesn't understand me. Is it possible he doesn't yet grasp the language of the Snuxxles? But I thought that was a language every child was born with! Maybe I was misinformed. It'd be really sad if he cannot speak or even understand it. It is truly the most pleasing of all languages. You're only supposed to speak it to those you genuinely care about. Or maybe he does speak Snuxxle; we're just on different mindwaves. I sometimes wonder if that's why his eyes are always darting around the room at other people when I'm talking to him.
I sometimes wonder if I'm a nuisance to people. I know I tend to be a bit more open them most people, but I feel if someone is doing something that could harm them, they should be informed. This is why I go around the school grounds on the third Tuesday of every month, making sure nobody faces southeast for too long. I know how much it offends the paranoid Windtressers, who's nest opening faces that way. Nobody wants to be cursed by a female Windresser; my father told me that if they curse you well enough you'd never find true love. I doubt that the culprits of such an act even know what they're doing. This is why I make sure to inform the uninformed.
I don't mind the curious looks that come my way. In fact I believe I enjoy the attention. It comforts me to know that the students in this school see me as something, as opposed to a nothing. Although I do sometimes which I could be like a Green-bellied Ursa and take my ears off when certain comments are being said about me. My day is not ruined when someone calls me, "Loony Lovegood". I know that is my nickname around school, and I'd much rather be called by my real name, "Luna". It is such a lovely name, and I absolutely love that my parents named me after the moon.
Most people don't know this, but my parents met under a full moon, searching for the rare unumcorn. Unumhorns are similar to unicorns, both having one horn. The difference is the placement of the horn. Unicorns have their horn in the direct center of its forehead. Unumhorns have their horns under their chin. They're less fragile then unicorns, a little more hostile at times too.
I've been told repeatedly that I cannot focus on just one category for too long. Actually, I believe I can, I just choose not too. There's so much more to think about than just one thought, and keeping one thought in too long causes you to miss other thoughts that could've been thought. Maybe if something grand enough to capture my attention for long periods of time comes along, I'll do so.
