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Post by Luna Lovegood on Feb 26, 2012 2:47:56 GMT -5
ah, platform 9 ¾. It wasn’t much to look at when the Hogwarts Express first pulled into the station on September first, blowing steam onto the platform which would soon be packed with parents parting with their beloved children. The stone floor was worn and dirty from the many pedestrians and luggage carts that had passed over it in all the years it had been in use, and the walls exhibited scratches, scrapes, and nicks from where suitcases and trolleys had carelessly collided with them. Only the “Hogwarts Express” sign appeared new, and it was most likely protected from dirt and scuffs by magic. No, it wasn’t much to look at now, but in an hour or so, it would be difficult to make a way across the platform because of all the people who would show up. Then there would be children to dodge, suitcases to step over, crying mothers to avoid…In an hour, everything would come alive with sound and excitement.
but the life that the platform would take on was an hour away, and the room was still bordering on empty, with only a few people shuffling along, all with their heads down as though something particularly interesting was happening on the ground…all except for one blonde-haired, oddly-dressed girl. Luna Lovegood had arrived at the platform early, eager to begin her search for the elusive Wrackspurts her father had written about most recently in The Quibbler, the wizard magazine he edited. She’d drifted along the muggle station, her eyes drifting from one face or sign to the next, unfocused, as though she was caught in the whimsical limbo between reality and full-immersion dreams. Onlookers had watched in amazement as she had somehow managed to navigate the crowded station, even in such a state, followed by another equally strange-looking man pushing a trolley. It was a wonder that they’d made it onto the magical platform without a peep from the muggles, but somehow they had. The Lovegoods weren’t usually so early to the station, but Xenophilius had said that it might be a good place to look for Wrackspurts, and his daughter, ever eager to discover new things, had agreed. After all, a lot of people in trains let their minds go fuzzy, which was always the first sign of Wrackspurts. There had to be an infestation somewhere in the station…After loading her trunk onto the train, the two donned their Spectrespecs and went drifting off down the platform in search of the small creatures in hopes of capturing some to study later, like a pair of balloons whose connections to the ground had been severed.
the world was made into a kaleidoscope of wondrous colors when Luna set her Spectrespecs upon the bridge of her nose. The lenses made dazzling shapes dance across her vision, and the platform was bathed in greens, blues, and pinks as it never had been before. Wandering across the well-worn stone floor beside the Hogwarts Express, Luna let a small smile light her lips. This was what she loved most: searching for new creatures with her father. Her mother had loved it too, but she’d been lost years before to a spell that had gone horribly wrong. But it was small things like this that reminded Luna of her mother. She didn’t care who was watching, or what they thought of her strange-looking eyewear. Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind, as her mother had said. So she carried on drifting, unaware of all others on the platform, carefree and happy. |
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Post by ameliahart on Feb 26, 2012 16:31:54 GMT -5
 AND IT DIDN'T MAKE THEM LISTEN- - - - - - - - and they never said "we're sorry" - - - - - - - -Tag: luna Words: 518 Lyrics: Another National Anthem - Assassins
Outfit: hogwarts robes Notes: hey!- - - - - - - - - - - - -It really wasn't Amelia's parents' fault that they hadn't been able to see her off to Hogwarts. They had always worked late and had to get into work early, and all that overexertion was bound to take a toll on their bodies eventually. Amelia would have been lying if she said she hadn't sort of wished that they'd have a miraculous recovery and be able to drive her to King's Cross, though. After all, the train leaving was an iconic event in every young witch's life. For godsake, it was the last time she'd see them until Christmas! They couldn't suck it up and take a few pills?
Of course they couldn't. Amelia was being ridiculous. They couldn't just unsick themselves. She had known this was coming. They'd been complaining of stuffy noses and sore throats all week, and it all culminated in last night's horror show, in which the two of them went through three tissue boxes in the span of eight hours and were rendered immobile in their beds. The common cold was a bitch. If Amelia had been a good daughter, she would have been able to think, My only wish is that I could delay going to Hogwarts and nurse them back to health. But the only thing she could think was how much she wished she wasn't alone in the train station. The only bus that could take her to King's Cross left at an absurdly early time, thus making her arrive at the station an hour before everyone else.
Well, she wasn't completely alone. Loony Luna Lovegood was on an expedition or something, wearing some weird glasses and looking around the platform. Amelia smiled to herself when Luna wasn't looking. She doubted that the girl could see her, seeing as she seemed to look right through her whenever her gaze fell toward the wall she was sitting against, but whatever. She had kind of missed her. Not in a friendship way, of course. Just in an I Enjoyed Talking to You When Everyone Else Sucked way. She had only talked to her a few times over the course of last year, but they had become pretty friendly. Luna was a sweet girl. Insane, but sweet.
Maybe they would have gotten closer if Amelia didn't feel obligated to be her bodyguard every time they were together.
It wasn't that Luna couldn't defend herself... it was that she chose not to. If someone told her she was crazy, she smiled and waited for them to go away, only to tell Amelia how silly some people could be. Amelia just didn't understand that sort of pacifistic attitude. Even when people stole her things, she just waited for them to give them back. Even when it was stuff that was important!
Still, a seven year old couldn't match the joy that Amelia saw on Luna's face as she maneuvered her away around the platform. She couldn't help wondering what Luna saw.
Against all better judgment, she called out to her. "Hey," She said. "What are you doing here?" - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - and we'll never see the day arrive - - - - - - - -SPREAD THE WORD WE'RE ALIVE- - - - - - - no they may not understand - - - - - - -template made by !LIEBE IST FÜR RAMMSTEIN! @ caution 2.0! [/b] steal and you'll be eaten by cannibals[/size] [/center] |
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Post by Luna Lovegood on Mar 18, 2012 3:14:42 GMT -5
c [/color][/b][/i]olors swirled before Luna’s eyes as she drifted through the Technicolor wonderland her glasses transported her to. It was a whole new world to discover, one with people shining in the most brilliant shades of magenta, trains of seaweed green, ocean blue owls. And, like Alice in Wonderland, Luna was there in the middle of it, awed and entranced by the beauty and wonder of it all, not at all concerned by how strange she had to look to the citizens of the rainbow world. They didn’t truly matter. Besides, she and her father were looking for Wrackspurts, and they could only be found using these glasses. Her father had told her they’d look like little pinpricks of white light over the other colors and they’d most likely be flitting around someone’s head as they stared off into space, drifting into a Wrackspurt-induced haze. Some people called it “zoning out”, but Luna knew better. It was the work of the mischievous Wrackspurts, drifting into their ears and scrambling their brains. luna had always been interested in magical creatures. From garden gnomes to house elves, phoenixes to thestrals, she was determined to study them all. Her father had helped her, of course, having discovered many an odd creature himself. He used the Quibbler as a place to publish his findings in the natural magical world, though many didn’t believe him. But Luna always did, and she suspected that Nargles had something to do with the fact that some people didn’t believe him. They were troublemakers, Nargles, and they would find a way to spread skepticism however they could. One day, Luna would prove their existence beyond the shadow of a doubt, and people would see that they were real, and that the Lovegoods weren’t actually as loony as people said. Luna didn’t mind that people said this; sometimes, one or two of her misguided peers would try to tell her how batty her father was, but she didn’t really mind. Those who tried to convince her of it were only trying to justify their weaknesses and make themselves feel better by being degrading to others. They didn’t really mean any harm. They just wanted to feel alright, like everyone else. a[/font][/b][/i][/size] familiar voice seeped into her ears, and she looked around for the source, spotting a sky blue Amelia on the platform. With a smile, she turned to her, raising a hand to her Spectrespecs and sliding them down her nose so she could peer over them at the Gryffindor girl, who reverted back to her normal color. “Hi Amelia,” she replied in her easily distinguishable voice. “I’m looking for Wrackspurts. There has to be a nest of them around here somewhere. People’s brains do tend to go fuzzy on trains, don’t they?” She took the oddly-shaped glasses off entirely, folding them, but keeping them in her gently closed hand for later, on the train, perhaps. She took a few steps toward the other girl, observing the once again dusty, grey and brown platform. It would be much more interesting if it were really as colorful as the Spectrespecs made it, but that didn’t seem to be the standard. “What brings you here so early? Most people try to spend every last moment with their families before heading off to Hogwarts.” Luna was technically spending family time, Lovegood style. But Amelia was all alone. Luna wondered if she was alright with that, or if she was disappointed to bee on the platform without anyone to see her off. Luna knew leaving for Hogwarts would never be the same for her if her father couldn’t make it to ensure that she had her Nargle-repelling butterbeer cap necklace and to wave her off as the train disappeared. Her father’s presence was something that mattered a great deal to her, and having to go alone…if she were Amelia, she’d feel awfully blue.[/blockquote][/size] |
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