RP: Hiding out for a while
Date: October 20, 1998
Characters: Luna Lovegood, anyone that happens to be outside and looking up
Location: Her favorite tree, Hogwarts
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Luna spends some time alone during lunch.
Completion: Incomplete(?)
It was cold and rainy, but Luna needed to be by herself. It was a perfectly normal feeling, she decided as she charmed her clothes and transfigured a leaf into an orange-green umbrella. She swung herself up into the tree, having thrown her bag and umbrella into the branches. She carefully placed the umbrella, and once she was situated against the trunk, she found herself enjoying a very private lunch meeting with the leaves. It was pleasant, being out here, though a little chilly. She could hear the rain hitting against the leaves above her and thought that maybe she'd stop by the infirmary for some pepper-up potion when she was done, just in case. The cold always made her feel a bit under the weather, especially now that she'd grown even more frail.
Luna took the apple she had grabbed from her pocket and bit into it, not feeling much hunger. She was confused, mostly. She had stopped letting the murmurs and teasing get to her by the time she was a second-year, so she wasn't sure why she felt the need for such solitude today, after enduring it more this week than she had since the beginning of the year. Maybe it was because the people were talking about not only her, but Greg as well. No one wanted to believe that he- or anyone, really- could change, and it made Luna more sad than she could have imagined. It was terrible, really, that these students who all embraced the idea of a peaceful world without Voldemort or his Death Eaters would be so disbelieving towards someone that they didn't even know. She didn't care what they thought of her; it just hurt her because she knew what a lovely person Greg was.
She set her apple carefully on a branch above her, deciding that she wasn't going to dwell on it. She'd just hope that they'd grow up and stop being so negative. She thought it might cheer her up to read some more of the book Greg had sent her, so she pulled it out of her bag and charmed it quickly so that any rain the umbrella didn't catch wouldn't hurt it. She opened the cover and saw the pictures she'd stuck in the jacket, a few from the stack her dad had sent her that she thought Greg would like. She'd been meaning to owl them to him, but she kept thinking that she might see him. She'd owl him in the morning if she didn't see him, she thought, looking at the picture of herself dancing with Greg. It showed, in black and white, the most fascinating look on Greg's face as he twirled her and then drew her back towards him. She felt a rush of affection for him, and for her daddy for catching such a lovely moment.
She felt better, then, realizing it was quite simple. The people that were so closed-minded to tease and jeer about Luna and Greg just didn't know what they were missing, and Luna didn't think she minded that, so she settled back and proceeded to get lost in the book.
Characters: Luna Lovegood, anyone that happens to be outside and looking up
Location: Her favorite tree, Hogwarts
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Luna spends some time alone during lunch.
Completion: Incomplete(?)
It was cold and rainy, but Luna needed to be by herself. It was a perfectly normal feeling, she decided as she charmed her clothes and transfigured a leaf into an orange-green umbrella. She swung herself up into the tree, having thrown her bag and umbrella into the branches. She carefully placed the umbrella, and once she was situated against the trunk, she found herself enjoying a very private lunch meeting with the leaves. It was pleasant, being out here, though a little chilly. She could hear the rain hitting against the leaves above her and thought that maybe she'd stop by the infirmary for some pepper-up potion when she was done, just in case. The cold always made her feel a bit under the weather, especially now that she'd grown even more frail.
Luna took the apple she had grabbed from her pocket and bit into it, not feeling much hunger. She was confused, mostly. She had stopped letting the murmurs and teasing get to her by the time she was a second-year, so she wasn't sure why she felt the need for such solitude today, after enduring it more this week than she had since the beginning of the year. Maybe it was because the people were talking about not only her, but Greg as well. No one wanted to believe that he- or anyone, really- could change, and it made Luna more sad than she could have imagined. It was terrible, really, that these students who all embraced the idea of a peaceful world without Voldemort or his Death Eaters would be so disbelieving towards someone that they didn't even know. She didn't care what they thought of her; it just hurt her because she knew what a lovely person Greg was.
She set her apple carefully on a branch above her, deciding that she wasn't going to dwell on it. She'd just hope that they'd grow up and stop being so negative. She thought it might cheer her up to read some more of the book Greg had sent her, so she pulled it out of her bag and charmed it quickly so that any rain the umbrella didn't catch wouldn't hurt it. She opened the cover and saw the pictures she'd stuck in the jacket, a few from the stack her dad had sent her that she thought Greg would like. She'd been meaning to owl them to him, but she kept thinking that she might see him. She'd owl him in the morning if she didn't see him, she thought, looking at the picture of herself dancing with Greg. It showed, in black and white, the most fascinating look on Greg's face as he twirled her and then drew her back towards him. She felt a rush of affection for him, and for her daddy for catching such a lovely moment.
She felt better, then, realizing it was quite simple. The people that were so closed-minded to tease and jeer about Luna and Greg just didn't know what they were missing, and Luna didn't think she minded that, so she settled back and proceeded to get lost in the book.