Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
-"Vincent and the Doctor" (Doctor Who)
When you first met, it was at some sort of Ministry thing. Some nonsense about "The Most Important Wizards of the Century" or something. None of them had really taken it seriously, but they'd shown up anyway.
There were all of the expected ones, of course. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. Minerva McGonagall and all of them.
But it wasn't just heroes and such. Even though she was one, too.
You weren't. You were there because the rest of your family couldn't make it. You were there for Newt Scamander. Really, you're a nobody.
But she's a bit of an outcast, too, really. Even though she's one of those heroes, she's always drifting away from them, even though you're well aware that they're friends.
She's looking over toward you and all of the others that are known for making discoveries.
And you realized then why her name sounded familiar before. Luna Lovegood. Lovegood. As in Xenophilius Lovegood.
And suddenly she tapped you on the shoulder, and asked if you'd like to sit down.
You said yes, and you talked for a bit about normal things before conversation drifted—as it always did—toward the accomplishments of Newt Scamander.
"You said you were called Rolf, right? That's a nice name. Scamander, you said?"
"Yeah," you said, but you began regretting it almost immediately.
"Related to Newt Scamander, I suppose," she decided. "I think he needs to update his book."
It wasn't the first time someone had said it, really, but there was something about the way she said it that was rather different. Then again, there was something about the way she said everything that was rather different. "Why's that?" you asked, because now you were genuinely curious what contributions she had.
"Well, he's left out some very important creatures," she said matter-of-factly. "I mean, wrackspurts even." She said this as though it were positively scandalous to leave such a common creature out.
"Sorry," you said, "but what are those exactly?"
And she told you that this was exactly her point, and then went on describing the way they made you brain all fuzzy and all of that, and you were left wondering whether she was positively insane or if she was a genius.
And she really fascinated you, actually, the longer you talked, so just as she got up, you stopped her. "Luna—" you said quickly, before she could leave. "D'you want to talk again sometime?"
"That would be nice," she said. "I'll send an owl."
And two days later (on a rainy Tuesday), she did, and you wrote back immediately, asking if maybe she would want to do something—maybe get ice cream at Diagon Alley or something.
And you got her reply the next day, saying yes she would love to and how was Sunday for your schedule and you said it was great and the next thing you knew you were standing outside of Florean Fortescue's waiting for her to appear.
You talked quite a bit, just as you did before, but it still surprised you, for her drifting through the chattering crowd as though in a dream had not told you she would be nearly this talkative nor nearly this clever.
And in the blink of an eye, it was dark, and you found yourselves staring at the stars, and you pointed out all of the constellations.
And she—she told her own stories of the stars, made her own pictures.
And you listened to her, and you stared up at those stars, and suddenly you could see exactly what she meant.
AN: So here we have some lovely Rolf/Luna for you. I maintain that the lack of appreciation for it is the only reason that lack of appreciation exists. Which hopefully makes sense. This is my last day of break, so I'm not quite sure about how long it shall take me to update, but if I don't by the tenth, I'll promise that I won't read The Fault in our Stars until I do. Sorry if you prefer shorter things (even though this is still pretty short), but a) this is my favorite episode of Doctor Who (and there will therefore be several quotes from it) and b) as Rolf/Luna doesn't really have anything established other than the fact that they're eventually married, it takes more for it to make sense. Thank you for reading!