Luna Lovegood came to visit Hermione Granger on the first day of her confinement, sitting there and humming a tuneless song as she read to Hermione out of one of the research papers her father had given her.
"Such a shame, such a shame," Luna said,
"I know, I can't believe I'm going to be missing so much class!" Hermione said, regretfully.
"I meant about the Riddentown Fairies. To think they were so starved for quality companionship they let themselves be seen by Muggles!"
"Oh, oh my!" Hermione said.
"Yes, well, luckily no one believes children, even when they come equipped with photographic evidence." Luna smiled.
"Ain't that the truth,"Hermione said.
"When you eliminate the impossible, whatever else remains must be the truth, no matter how implausible." Luna quoted.
"Sherlock Holmes." Hermione said with a ghost of a smile.
"Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Who believed in fairies." Luna said, smiling that dreamy smile of hers.
Blue shadows paint the world,
In the deep unending darkness
As purple stripes the sky
The world rejoices as breaks the day.
However, I can only weep
For promises I cannot keep
Moonshadows make an unreality
Where even I can pretend, just once
One dance, one unending moment
With you.
[a/n: Thursday! Leave a review? What'll happen on Friday I wonder? Nah, just kidding. I know, you don't!]