I know in the books it says that Luna's mm died when she was nine years old, but for my story I'm changing it.
"Alright spill." Ginny demanded.
"M-m-my m-m-mu-u-um-um d-d-ied-d, Gin-nny, she-she's go-gone!"
I gasped and lunged at her, pulling her into my arms for a much-needed hug. She just tucked her head into my shoulder and cried until the nargels, or whatever it is, left.
"Luna, this is what the nargels want, they want you to feel really bad," I said, and then I remembered a m-mavie (right?) that we watched once, "This. Must. Not. Happen." I even did the motions.
It was worth it, she giggled and pulled out of her cocoon she had been building up.
"Silly Ginny," She chastised playfully, "those are wolly-wumblebums!"
Wally-whatabums?
"They try to make somebody feel really bad. Daddy and I think that is the only reason they exist!" She giggled again.
"Well," I smirked. "No wally-wumblebums are gonna get by me, that's for sure!" We both giggled.
We spent the rest of the day cuddling with our pillows and blankets, we had asked the house elves if they could possibly make us some hot chocolate, and I had conjured up a televtion (I really think I messed that one up…), and we were giggling and gossiping while watching movisies, I conjured up one of my sketchbooks and started sketching outfits for when we both found our "princes" and were living in our "so mythically awesome you'd better be jealous" castles.
Because, ya know, everybody deserves a girls' night… in?
I sketched and Luna started to brainstorm on ideas to our newest project ideas. In fact, I think she was also brainstorming ideas for our next couple of projects.
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In the Slytherin's common room (this is what we do, Friday's are for frisking…. Lol ^.^)
Draco and Blaise were working on their small amounts of homework. They had told the professors that Luna and Ginny felt a little nauseous and thought it best if they were to miss class, so if their nausea were to get worse, they wouldn't make anybody else get sick. (They had, of course, said it politely, but in a manner that made the professors shush them).
They didn't want their mates getting in trouble.
But soon the homework was done and the wicked ones wanted to have fun (lol ^.^)
The two male Slytherins were working on creating some spells, using Latin, Greek, Old French, anything that got the job done well.
Blaise started absentmindedly jotting down words and soon, he glanced down at his piece of parchment, and his fingers found a spot that just sang with powerful ancient magic.
Couvrir karatus. To cover the horn(s). It used Greek and Old French words and roots.
Meanwhile, Draco had found his own powerful spell.
Lepidus pteron. Scale wing. It used Greek words and roots.
Draco thought it might allow the person it was cast upon to grow [scaly] wings. (Temporarily or not, he wasn't sure.)
Fatum licium. Fate thread.
That might be useful, thought Draco.
Soon it was bedtime for the students, and many were dreaming ordinary dreams.
But that wasn't the case for five.
Wait...five?!
There is not one, but two references in this chapter.
I'll give whoever can guess them a virtual cookie mountain to whoever can guess both, and a smaller version to whoever can guess just one.
Hint: One is from a Wrock (wizard rock) band, and one is from a movie.
:)