Luna
Muggles were almost as fascinating as Nargles. They spent their days tittering about, pressing buttons on strange plastic devices or slathering their pimpled foreheads in bright powder. Despite my nearly constant observation I was no wiser. While I wasn't as standoffish as Draco or Blaise I found that I also viewed muggles with a sense of 'otherness'. From the way they wore their clothes and hair -box braids and trousers pulled to their nipples- to their slang and priorities -the 'bomb' and Game Boys- I simply could not see our similarities.
The thought made me frown. It was one thing to admire and explore our differences, but to be put off by them the way I found myself being was sickening. It was ideas like these that caused such a war and to find them whirling within my own head was equal to waking to a slain unicorn beside your bed.
At least I wasn't the only one failing the assignment. The physical aspect of this challenge was being flawlessly executed. Jobs were found, supplies bought and hoarded, and school attended, but there was no unity. Work would seperate us until ten and then from there each of us would diverge from the path like little droplets of oil and water.
I lay in bed, hair tugged into two tight braids staring at the ceiling. Since the war sleep seemed to evade me as easily as the nargles. Many nights I snuggled deep within my blankets only for daylight to arrive before rest did. Muggles called it insomnia. Wizards offered a solution; Dreamless Sleep potion.
If we were to be honest I wasn't a fan of it. I liked being in control of my own body no draughts and no potions, unfortunately that also meant no sleep.
Pansy's periodic snorting relaxed my frayed nerves. It was a reminder that we were all here together. No matter what side she fought for I was comforted by her presence. Ravenclaws and Slytherins weren't always so different. If it had been my father in the hands of that monster I'd have sacrificed everything to keep him safe.
I could feel the draught drowning out my senses, but my mind fought to remain conscious. My thoughts began to waver, cranking forward to the forefront of my mind slower and slower. This fight had a victor and luckily it wasnt me. Guilty and exhausted I relinquished my hold. I didn't want to think about this anymore anyways.
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Harry
Cooking was something I was good at even if it wasn't something I liked. Hermione often made breakfast for the lot of us since she was up earlier, but if I saw one more browned egg on my plate I might just hurl unevenly cooked eggs all over our card table. And I'd hate to do that.
Because of that I woke up twenty minutes earlier than her to put my years of domestic abuse to good use. My fellow classmates woke to fresh coffee and thick, commercial style pancakes. Bacon, sausages, and fruit salad filled plates at the center of the table -each one decorating the main dish like moons.
Ron was up and out of our room before either Malfoy or Zabini, but they weren't far behind. It was clear that they'd tried to play it cool. Their hair had been combed -or in Zabini's case brushed- and their uniforms were pressed to perfection. Yeah, they spent a lot of time pretending to be unexcited.
"I'll wake the girls," but my words fell on deaf ears as all three tucked in. Hermione was dangling off of the side of the bed when I entered, wild hair covering her head and some of the floor. Pansy was only marginally better. Her mouth was open wide, drool traveling along her visage like a river. It was adorable in the most unsettling way, but there -smack dab in the middle of the bed- was Luna. Her braids were curled close to her body as she tucked in on herself.
Unlike her peers she seemed to be fretting. My hands tickled at the idea of her hair winding itself along my fingers. Smoothing away that wrinkle between her brows would be my next act of heroism.
It had been too long since my last fix anyways.
I am so sorry that took so long! I've been busy (for once) but don't worry. I haven't abandoned you yet