one new and one make up
this is an excersize for me writing settings - so it's an expansion of a scene in HP7 right after H/G have had their first kiss and Ron has rushed in to break things up.
The small window overlooking the back yard was coulded now. The earlier golden shining light that had filled the room had suddenly faded taking with it the warmth and security it had brought, leaving only a sullen grey feeling in its wake.
The moment just before only lingered in the air now, with only small shards of it left hanging about. A bit of warmth there, a bit of remaining longing there - but that was it. Only traces of it were left in the room - in a few hours it would return to being just a room.
A bed, a book shelf, a cupboard, a chair and the window overlooking the yard. The sun was already sinking down past the tree line, pulling with it the last remnants of that earlier moment.
And because I was lame and didn't write a drabble last night, we have two today. And because I gave her up this one is for Luna.
Everyone always thought she was crazy, like she didn't know that she was completely different. That wasn't the case though with Luna Lovegood. She knew what the other kids at school said about her, she heard the things they whispered behind her (or didn't whisper).
But she didn't really care, she knew what she liked and that was enough for her. Things always had a way of working out in the end, so what was the sense of going crazy over it in the mean time?
It was more fun this way too, marching to your own drum. And this way she really knew who her friends were - what normal teenager would be friends with an oddity unless they really wanted to?
She was perfectly aware of the world around her and the people in it, she just chose to daydream a bit more than most. She would never have a dull moment, and she would never be bored. And so Luna danced to her own beat, sang to her own tune, and lived her life her own way.
The small window overlooking the back yard was coulded now. The earlier golden shining light that had filled the room had suddenly faded taking with it the warmth and security it had brought, leaving only a sullen grey feeling in its wake.
The moment just before only lingered in the air now, with only small shards of it left hanging about. A bit of warmth there, a bit of remaining longing there - but that was it. Only traces of it were left in the room - in a few hours it would return to being just a room.
A bed, a book shelf, a cupboard, a chair and the window overlooking the yard. The sun was already sinking down past the tree line, pulling with it the last remnants of that earlier moment.
And because I was lame and didn't write a drabble last night, we have two today. And because I gave her up this one is for Luna.
Everyone always thought she was crazy, like she didn't know that she was completely different. That wasn't the case though with Luna Lovegood. She knew what the other kids at school said about her, she heard the things they whispered behind her (or didn't whisper).
But she didn't really care, she knew what she liked and that was enough for her. Things always had a way of working out in the end, so what was the sense of going crazy over it in the mean time?
It was more fun this way too, marching to your own drum. And this way she really knew who her friends were - what normal teenager would be friends with an oddity unless they really wanted to?
She was perfectly aware of the world around her and the people in it, she just chose to daydream a bit more than most. She would never have a dull moment, and she would never be bored. And so Luna danced to her own beat, sang to her own tune, and lived her life her own way.