The six stared at the painting, fascinated at how a simple 11 x 9 canvas could be so bewitching. Just looking at the dark colours engulfed them into a reality that they had not yet experienced; death.
Death was and still is a mystery, and it will continue to until their last breaths. But they felt as if this painter had come back from the grave with the sole mission of spreading this eerie experience.
Their eyes soon drifted to the mastermind behind the painting. She was a skinny little thing, young – a second year. She had a pale complexion but still kept her light green eyes and messy gold hair.
Even though she gave off the appearance of a bored child, no one could deny that her hands were full of movement. The way she gripped her paintbrush, switching between colours and dabbing the canvas to create something that was always tinged with an ominous air that would send the onlooker into a state of sorrow and despair for a simple moment.
Although when she looked over to her friend, her eyes filled with life and happiness. "Do you think this is good?" She asked Luna hopefully.
Luna shrugged with an encouraging smile "I like it. It's kind of sad though and from up close it doesn't have a big pop out feature"
"That's cos I was trying to recreate a Monet. You know, weird up close, pretty from far away" Val smiled at her friend. "Anyways, how are things at home?" Val sighed reluctantly, knowing what this was a touchy subject.
Luna's eyes seemed to fall to the floor.
"Well, Dad and Quinn are great, Marcy's even started staying with us so it's a lot of fun. Dad decided to go out and get Marcy a horse as well, because we all have one. She called him Bucky. And he and Wanda seem to be hitting it off"
"Luna's family lives on a farm where they have a lot of horses." McGonagall explained to the six.
"That's good…And how's your mum going?" Val continued.
Luna's fingers ran through her blonde locks quickly. "She came back from. Rehab. and she seems fine but I don't think so. I don't know a lot. Dad hasn't told me or Quinn anything"
With a sad sigh, Luna pressed her back against the wall. Val soon joined her. "Are you okay?" Luna reluctantly shook her head. "No, I don't like it at all. Everyone's lying and keeping everything away from everyone. It's like a lie. I told dad I'm staying here for holidays but I don't want to be lonely" the blonde explained, resting her head on Val's shoulder.
"I'll stay with you" Val said quickly. Luna looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I'll stay here for the holidays. I'm sure I could convince my parents" Val told her, linking her arm with Luna's. "Really?"
"Yes Luna, really"