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trans_92009-11-21 02:39 pm
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Anyone who knows Luna, either as a fictional character or as a person, should be well aware that she's a fairly bubbly, active person. Which, honestly, should render it very, very peculiar for her to be seated in the Obs Deck, not doing anything, protuberant blue eyes fixed on the floor. Her wand lies forgotten on the ground beside her, robes a bit off-kilter. On rare occasion, she blinks.
Luna is thinking about the Inferi, and at the same time thinking about nothing. She is thinking about the first meeting of Dumbledore's Army, and at the same time thinking about nothing. On rare occasion, she blinks. Wrackspurts cross her mind vaguely, but she disregards them with nary a thought, knowing somewhere underneath her numbness that her lack of cogent thought has nothing to do with invisible creatures floating through her ears.
Honestly, she'd thought she would get over this by now. You know, the fact that her entire Universe is gone, all of those lovely things that she has yet to discover. She hasn't even learned how to Apparate, or taken her O.W.L.s, or... well, there are a lot of things that she hasn't done. She isn't particularly concerned by a lot of them - the main issue is that her friends are gone, as far as she knows, along with her father. The only good thing in the situation is that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is most likely gone with the rest of them, but even as she tries to make such light of the situation, the reality sinks on her head like a pair of fluffy, black earmuffs, and she realizes yet again that she won't see her rook-shaped house in Ottery St. Catchpole again, won't ever finish that mural on the ceiling. She'll miss Harry's birthday every year for the rest of her life.
And as she thinks this, she is thinking nothing at the same time. On rare occasion, she blinks.
Luna is thinking about the Inferi, and at the same time thinking about nothing. She is thinking about the first meeting of Dumbledore's Army, and at the same time thinking about nothing. On rare occasion, she blinks. Wrackspurts cross her mind vaguely, but she disregards them with nary a thought, knowing somewhere underneath her numbness that her lack of cogent thought has nothing to do with invisible creatures floating through her ears.
Honestly, she'd thought she would get over this by now. You know, the fact that her entire Universe is gone, all of those lovely things that she has yet to discover. She hasn't even learned how to Apparate, or taken her O.W.L.s, or... well, there are a lot of things that she hasn't done. She isn't particularly concerned by a lot of them - the main issue is that her friends are gone, as far as she knows, along with her father. The only good thing in the situation is that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is most likely gone with the rest of them, but even as she tries to make such light of the situation, the reality sinks on her head like a pair of fluffy, black earmuffs, and she realizes yet again that she won't see her rook-shaped house in Ottery St. Catchpole again, won't ever finish that mural on the ceiling. She'll miss Harry's birthday every year for the rest of her life.
And as she thinks this, she is thinking nothing at the same time. On rare occasion, she blinks.