Trundling through a deserted corridor with various spell books in her hands, Luna Lovegood's eyes trailed out to a nearby window. The coral coloured sky with its tangerine sun slowly sinking out of sight was dotted with white clouds, a single splinter of the ivory fluff was gliding ahead fast and Luna chuckled: it was obviously infected with flying rodelpuffs.
Setting her books down on a sloping windowsill, she slumped onto the floor. She rested her head against a tapestry of some ugly trolls that hung behind her, pulled her bare feet into her body and let her fingers tap aimlessly against her thigh.
She tilted her head to one side and studied the wall opposite her; it was definitely an unordinary wall as her fuzzleburt detector had gone mad when she'd approached it, (and everyone knew the fuzzleburts only lived in magical walls) but she couldn't help thinking that it was not unlike the other, ordinary walls at Hogwarts.
She stood up quickly and, after steadying herself, she skipped towards the wall curiously, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. Her pale fingers swept over the stone and she started muttering many different opening and unlocking incantations.
"Hmm," she said to herself before she turned swiftly to her left and striding in that direction, turning gracefully again before she marched straight past the seemingly inconspicuous stone wall. A sudden movement out of the corner of her eye made Luna spin at such a speed that she lost balance. From the floor, she examined the wall again with wide, exited eyes.
An ivory metal was snaking its way through the wall, cutting an intricate ellipse into the stone that now beheld a door. Before even a minute had past, a tall, gothic twist of metal was set deep into the stone, a thin snake of metal the only part that protruded out.
Standing up with a flourish, Luna grabbed the twisted handle and pushed through, leading herself into a small but airy room. She peered around to make sure none of the fuzzleburts had been disturbed by her entrance, but saw that the only one object in the whole room was a large, dank mirror.
Luna laughed. What a place for fuzzburts to live! She skipped over to it, more out of absent-mindedness than curiosity and her eyes travelled to the top of the glass. 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi' was inscribed on the top. After a moment's thought she pulled her wand out from behind her ear. A few mutterings and flicks later, the words where flying in mid-air, now rearranged to read: 'I show not your face but your heart's desire'.
Breathing a little heavier after she considered what it meant, Luna looked full on at the mirror.
Two, rather odd, people were standing next to each other behind her. They were her parents.
Her father's white hair bounced around his merry, laughing face, his arm draped casually over Luna's shoulder; his bright blue eyes were more full of joy and happiness than Luna could ever remember her real father wearing.
Her mother was located to her right. She had wavy, waist-length, dirty blonde hair and her pale eyebrows with her wide maroon eyes gave her a look of permanent surprise and dottiness. She beamed down at Luna before giving her a one armed hug.
Luna smiled sadly to herself. This illusion that the mirror showed her was exactly that of a picture which she treasured. Raising a trembling hand to the mirror, a few droplets escaped her eyes which started thudding softly on the floor.
But Luna was more intelligent than to stay there for as long as she wished. She let her hand slip down back to her side and smiled sadly as she backed away, for she was a true Ravenclaw, and true Ravenclaws knew that desire gives neither knowledge nor truth, and Luna knew deep down that she could never be the mirror-her; as no spell could reawaken the dead.
She took one last glance at her mother (who was now eyeing her worriedly) before gliding (quite deflated after her interaction with the mirror) out if the room.
Once she was in the deserted hallway again, she clasped on to her books and her Fuzzburt detector (which was still emitting a low buzz) and made a beeline for Ravenclaw tower. She climbed the staircase in tight, dizzying circles until she at last reached the door. There was no handle and no keyhole: nothing but a plain immensity of aged, blue wood which held a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.
Luna reached out a pale hand and knocked once and the hooked beak of the eagle opened. A soft, musical voice said, 'Can you create something from nothing?'
"Hmm," thought Luna, considering the answer. "Of course, as there is no such thing as nothing: nothing is something." she told the eagle while waving her hand impatiently.
"Correct, alas not your best." the bird told her in a stern, yet still singsong tone.
She entered the common room in a graceful yet hasty manner and strode quickly over to a midnight-blue staircase. Taking a quick look round the common room told her that all Ravenclaw students were still at the feast, but Luna didn't mind missing it.
"I'll be there in time for pudding," she told herself, as she loved pudding more than most things.
She glided up the twisting staircase until she reached the topmost dormitory, which she pushed open to reveal a high ceilinged, circular room that's walls were punctured with spectacular oval windows that boasted a brilliant view of the surrounding mountains.
Luna rushed over to one of the four deep-blue velvet four-poster beds that's poles had been painted sunshine-yellow and she fell down with a soft thud. Her pale hand crawled towards her pillow and delved underneath before emerging with a worn frame.
In the frame lay a photo of Luna (looking considerably well groomed than she was in modernity) and her parents stood beside her.
Her father's white hair bounced around his merry, laughing face, his arm draped casually over Luna's shoulder. Bright blue eyes full of joy, happiness and content with the scene that lay around him.
Her mother stood to his right. She had wavy, waist-length, dirty blonde hair and her pale eyebrows with her wide maroon eyes gave her a look of permanent surprise and dottiness. She was beaming at Luna and giving her a one armed hug.
Luna smiled sadly before carefully placing the picture back underneath her pillow. She whisked away out of the darkening dormitory, through the still-deserted common room, down the twisting staircases and she finally emerged into the babbling great hall, and slipped into a seat next to Padma Patil who was in the year above.
Suddenly, glorious pudding soon lined the table, much to the joy of the students.
Luna's plate was quickly filled with her favourite plum pie and fluffy dollops of white cream.
After many heavenly substances had filled her mouth, she let her mind wander back to the mirror. She was a good Ravenclaw, but the mirror was just too tempting and so she started to try and figure out how to get back to it.
That same night, she retraced her steps through the mute and darkened castle but, to her dismay; the curved iron never snaked into any of the walls. Suddenly (after a couple of hours spent wandering) she hit an idea. A brilliant, genius idea and as she flitted through the castle, she cursed herself for her ignorance of not thinking of it earlier.
Not long after, Luna Lovegood was sitting on her own brilliant blue bed, letting teardrops fall onto a picture of a happy family, the delicate sloshing sounds of her tears breaking the silence of her dormitory.
'Was this what desire did to you?' thought Luna half-heartedly, 'I'm a fool' she continued truthfully to herself, 'a fool of desire.'
A/N: sorry! Defiantly not my best /: I know it's been a while, but I didn't/don't know if anyone wanted me to continue, so it wasn't importantized :) please, please review! I'm not going to post the next chapter (whenever it's ready) until I have at least 2 reviews (aiming high...?) so if you want me to carry on, say! Also, if you thought it could be better, those ideas are even more helpful :) If anyone has any requests, ideas ect. Of story ideas, please PM me, I'll credit you and stuff :) sorry for the short chapter and long A/N so I'll wrap it up.
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~Holly~