bluebeta: Gale. (Luna, Regulus, R)
Title:Gale
Author: D_R (Bluebeta)
Rating: R for language
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 001. Wind
Word Count:
Summary: Luna makes a...friend
Warnings: if you are under 17 you probably shouldnt start reading this set to begin with.. then you'll want to keep reading and I do not condone underage readings.
Notes: 1. Not my characters, not trying to make money, etc etc standard deal. 2. please, enjoy. this is ESPECIALLY for the mods who gave me the challenge.
Gale
It was in the garden, searching for a breeze on the suffocating day, that she noticed a frame, broken and obviously sitting half buried in the dirt for a long time. At least a year or so. She knew it had to be for a wizards painting, any mortal painting would still be in that frame. Paintings never die.. they last for as long as the wall. She dashed into the house to find the face hiding on a wall somewhere.
Harry used to complain of a creaking in the room next door to his and ron's, the painting who pretended to sleep in the room shot nasty looks at the other wall every so often. Noone knew why it made noise occasionally. Well, other than the menchides burrowing between the bricks, but noone else knew that. She started in that room. It was always empty, Sirius had flat out refused to go in there, claiming it gave him a bad feeling. Kreatcher cried when he came out, but there had been no furniture when sirius let the Order in, and he'd sworn there was nothing there when he showed up. The only barren room they'd found so far. Allthough, they were discovering rooms every day, or at least the triumvent was, nasty crazed 15 year olds and their hormones.
She slid her hand across the papered wall and found a seam. Further, another seam, and another, and another, and a jagged line. I can only feel it if I'm not looking for it. a bucket or warm water, a sponge, a razorblade, and a few candles to see by and Luna began pulling back the paper, on the wall adjacent to Harry and Ron's old room. A wide block pulled off perfectly square with impeccable ease and the wind outside started screeching on cue with the face in front of her. It screamed like a storm, like a gale off the ocean outside. Shutters slammed the windows, but I wasn't afraid. I wanted to see his eyes.
Author: D_R (Bluebeta)
Rating: R for language
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 001. Wind
Word Count:
Summary: Luna makes a...friend
Warnings: if you are under 17 you probably shouldnt start reading this set to begin with.. then you'll want to keep reading and I do not condone underage readings.
Notes: 1. Not my characters, not trying to make money, etc etc standard deal. 2. please, enjoy. this is ESPECIALLY for the mods who gave me the challenge.
Gale
It was in the garden, searching for a breeze on the suffocating day, that she noticed a frame, broken and obviously sitting half buried in the dirt for a long time. At least a year or so. She knew it had to be for a wizards painting, any mortal painting would still be in that frame. Paintings never die.. they last for as long as the wall. She dashed into the house to find the face hiding on a wall somewhere.
Harry used to complain of a creaking in the room next door to his and ron's, the painting who pretended to sleep in the room shot nasty looks at the other wall every so often. Noone knew why it made noise occasionally. Well, other than the menchides burrowing between the bricks, but noone else knew that. She started in that room. It was always empty, Sirius had flat out refused to go in there, claiming it gave him a bad feeling. Kreatcher cried when he came out, but there had been no furniture when sirius let the Order in, and he'd sworn there was nothing there when he showed up. The only barren room they'd found so far. Allthough, they were discovering rooms every day, or at least the triumvent was, nasty crazed 15 year olds and their hormones.
She slid her hand across the papered wall and found a seam. Further, another seam, and another, and another, and a jagged line. I can only feel it if I'm not looking for it. a bucket or warm water, a sponge, a razorblade, and a few candles to see by and Luna began pulling back the paper, on the wall adjacent to Harry and Ron's old room. A wide block pulled off perfectly square with impeccable ease and the wind outside started screeching on cue with the face in front of her. It screamed like a storm, like a gale off the ocean outside. Shutters slammed the windows, but I wasn't afraid. I wanted to see his eyes.