remission conditions (remodeled kitchens)
Title: as you seldom do these days
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genres: angst, romance
Characters: Lionel Lovegood, Luna Lovegood, mentions of Marlene McKinnon
He hasn't thought about her in...forever. It makes him feel old when he does, counting back the years until it's 1977 again and he's only seventeen-almost-eighteen. So he doesn't. Shuffles memories away like cobwebs, won't think about the time and won't think about the way it used to be.
Won't talk about it.
Luna found the picture, in her fourth year at school. It's not like he was hiding anything, just...tucking it away for safe keeping. In between the pages of old conspiracy magazines, in a box, in the attic. She cleaned it up, wiping the layers of dust away with her shirt hem, and shuffling down the stairs to bring it to his attention.
"Father?" she asks, just her head appearing around the doorframe. When he looks up from the papers in front of him, she pushes a piece of hair back behind her ear and continues. "Who is this?" Luna brings the photo to him, and sits delicately on the floor, waiting for a story.
Her father looks bemusedly at her for a moment, then picks up the picture. He is quiet for a long time. "Her name was Marlene. A friend from school." And he smiles, and he remembers.
His daughter persists. "Tell me more, Daddy? Please?"
"She was a nice girl. Gryffindor, could have been Hufflepuff if she wanted. Loyal. A good...a good friend. Listened to me talk about the wrackspurts or the Umgubular Slashkilter or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
"What happened to her?"
He pauses. Doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to remember, doesn't want to go back to being twenty seven and receiving the bad news on such a sunny day again. He coughs with a hoarse voice and says, "The opposing factions of Us and Them."
"Oh..." Luna breathes. Her father sets the picture down on his desk and doesn't look at it. She almost doesn't want to ask but the curiousity just kills her. "Daddy, did you love her like you loved Mom?"
Lionel opens his mouth to answer, shuts it, then tries again. "You know, I've never been entirely sure," he says.
Luna takes the photo back to it's proper place in the attic, in a box, between the pages of an old conspiracy magazine.
And her father doesn't think of it again, at least not for a while.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genres: angst, romance
Characters: Lionel Lovegood, Luna Lovegood, mentions of Marlene McKinnon
He hasn't thought about her in...forever. It makes him feel old when he does, counting back the years until it's 1977 again and he's only seventeen-almost-eighteen. So he doesn't. Shuffles memories away like cobwebs, won't think about the time and won't think about the way it used to be.
Won't talk about it.
Luna found the picture, in her fourth year at school. It's not like he was hiding anything, just...tucking it away for safe keeping. In between the pages of old conspiracy magazines, in a box, in the attic. She cleaned it up, wiping the layers of dust away with her shirt hem, and shuffling down the stairs to bring it to his attention.
"Father?" she asks, just her head appearing around the doorframe. When he looks up from the papers in front of him, she pushes a piece of hair back behind her ear and continues. "Who is this?" Luna brings the photo to him, and sits delicately on the floor, waiting for a story.
Her father looks bemusedly at her for a moment, then picks up the picture. He is quiet for a long time. "Her name was Marlene. A friend from school." And he smiles, and he remembers.
His daughter persists. "Tell me more, Daddy? Please?"
"She was a nice girl. Gryffindor, could have been Hufflepuff if she wanted. Loyal. A good...a good friend. Listened to me talk about the wrackspurts or the Umgubular Slashkilter or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
"What happened to her?"
He pauses. Doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to remember, doesn't want to go back to being twenty seven and receiving the bad news on such a sunny day again. He coughs with a hoarse voice and says, "The opposing factions of Us and Them."
"Oh..." Luna breathes. Her father sets the picture down on his desk and doesn't look at it. She almost doesn't want to ask but the curiousity just kills her. "Daddy, did you love her like you loved Mom?"
Lionel opens his mouth to answer, shuts it, then tries again. "You know, I've never been entirely sure," he says.
Luna takes the photo back to it's proper place in the attic, in a box, between the pages of an old conspiracy magazine.
And her father doesn't think of it again, at least not for a while.