It's best not to ask....really.
HP (Harry Potter) silliness ala RP style in the form of one Luna Lovegood. *shrugs* It's not quality I asure you but it's there(here) none the less.
Purpling amber hues splayed across the dawn's waxing visage giving the small, secreted away bench on the far side of Hogwarts’ lake an almost ethereal glow as the light reflected off the rippling water beating a steady lull against the banks. It was a perfect spot for anyone to remain hidden from unwanted eyes and ears and that's why it was the perfect location for someone wishing to be left alone to wander to when they needed those few precious moments of solitude. Then again it was also a refuge for those, or in this particular instance for one, singular person, that were (was) always alone and sought to complete that circular feeling of isolation they held in everyday life.
Mundane, simple, ordinary. These words meant nothing in her little world of reality. They were made up, pretty little things that were so far out of reach that she had many a hard time trying to comprehend their meaning on most days. Her life wasn't mundane, nothing ever simple, and surely nothing about herself or her home life could ever be called ordinary. No, it was nothing of the sort and she refused those three words presence in everything. Instead she embraced the outrageous, the eccentric, the outlandish; these were her personifies. Perhaps that was her downfall from social grace and acceptance but what was societies’ blessing if it would only confine her individuality and beliefs? A mere knut to a sack full of galleons.
Perhaps that was why she was sitting by the wayside; occupying the lonely bench along the bank, watching the ebb and flow of the glowing water. She was on the fringes watching life go by in her own version of rose tinted glasses (in this case aquamarine with silver star-specks). Funny how they thought she didn’t really mind being in this type class, labeled a loon and cast off without a second glance. In truth it honestly hurt to be passed by and looked down upon; deeply. But she wasn’t going to let on how each hurtful jab at her existence truly cut her to the quick, chipping bone and festered pain deep within her very soul. If she acknowledged it beyond the small insights to her true self then it would only make it real. It was already real, of course, but speaking its shame aloud seemed to cement it in all realities. How she desperately cared not for that to happen least it bring down her well built walls around her heart.
Luna stared into the center of the lake for long moments of near breathless silence, contemplating her next day among the throngs of Hogwarts. It wasn’t so hard to put up with the jeers and jests her fellow schoolmates tossed at her every waking moment, but it was tiresome. That’s why she was here in the wee morning hours seeking solace in the dawn’s birth and the quiet lull of lapping water. It gave her renewed strength to press on in her daily life and didn’t judge her for her peculiar ways. Though she was very much alone in the sea of magical life here at Hogwarts, the lone bench, hidden from most others, gave her something she nearly never had; friendship. It would probably be considered sad and she looked upon with pity if anyone knew that this slab of stone was something she considered a friend, but she wasn’t planning on telling anyone.
Though if I did, she thought with a smile gracing her features, it would most likely be taken as further proof of my lunacy. Loopy Lovegood strikes again.