Nothing belongs to me.
LXXXVIII: Magic
"How did he do it?" Ron whispered, his question hanging awkwardly and unanswered in the warm night air.
"Magic."
He opened his eyes, staring up at Luna in alarm.
"No, Ronald." she said quietly, having seen the look on his face. She settled down into the grass next to him. "Not magic magic." Luna smiled, stretching out on her back, her long dirty blonde hair fanned out beneath her. "Magic magic."
"I don't understand." Ron said slowly.
"You're not supposed to." Luna looked up toward the sky, and for a moment Ron could see the stars reflected in her eyes. "What happens, happens, Ron." She yawned, her eyes fluttering closed. "And sometimes it's for the best."
They lay in silence for a few minutes; Ron could hear distinct sounds of celebration, back at the house, but he had no inclination to rejoin it.
He'd rather much stay here.
"The Nargles, they're everywhere." Luna murmured sleepily. In the darkness, her hand skimmed through the dewy grass, finding Ron's.
He glanced at their intertwined hands.
Make that two things in the world he didn't understand: how his sister ever fell in love with Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood.