Day Thirty
~ Ron is still asleep in the girls' room. And he's having a rather disturbing dream...
In the dream, he and Luna are riding high up in the sky on broomsticks.
There is a very silly impracticable bit where they fly alongside one another and kiss passionately. Ron smiles in his sleep...
Then his smile fades, because suddenly, Luna is not there!
He looks down, and sees her falling...
"Nooooooooooooo!"
He dips the shaft of his broom and tries to catch up with her but she's falling faster and faster...
"Luuuunaaaaaa!"
The sound of a crowd roaring makes him turn his head sideways, and in the distance he can see the Quidditch game his team has now lost because he's chasing after Luna who is still falling....
But he doesn't care.
He flies after her - in the distance the crowd begins to jeer a familiar tune - he's nearly caught up with her though and if he just stretches out his hand - Weasley is our King - Harry would have rescued her sooner - He cannot catch a bloody thing - "Luna! Let go of the broom!" - He always lets the Quaffle in -
Luna looks up at him curiously. She doesn't seem to realise she's falling. "Don't be silly, Ronald, it can't be helped," she says, the expression in her silvery grey eyes one of complete calm, and then goes back to staring into the distance, her grip light on her broom, her posture erect as the broom she rides plummets crazily downwards.
Weasley is our King!! Weasley is our King....
"I don't believe that!" he yells back to her. He's hanging off his broom, reaching down with his hand, driving the broom downwards.
Luna looks up at him with those huge eyes. "But Ronald, you didn't say the magic word," she says as her out-of-control broom spirals down.
Weasley is our King!
"What IS the magic word? Luna?"
He collides with something and is flung from his broom....
And all of a sudden he is awake, and on the floor, clutching his head.
In the dream, he and Luna are riding high up in the sky on broomsticks.
There is a very silly impracticable bit where they fly alongside one another and kiss passionately. Ron smiles in his sleep...
Then his smile fades, because suddenly, Luna is not there!
He looks down, and sees her falling...
"Nooooooooooooo!"
He dips the shaft of his broom and tries to catch up with her but she's falling faster and faster...
"Luuuunaaaaaa!"
The sound of a crowd roaring makes him turn his head sideways, and in the distance he can see the Quidditch game his team has now lost because he's chasing after Luna who is still falling....
But he doesn't care.
He flies after her - in the distance the crowd begins to jeer a familiar tune - he's nearly caught up with her though and if he just stretches out his hand - Weasley is our King - Harry would have rescued her sooner - He cannot catch a bloody thing - "Luna! Let go of the broom!" - He always lets the Quaffle in -
Luna looks up at him curiously. She doesn't seem to realise she's falling. "Don't be silly, Ronald, it can't be helped," she says, the expression in her silvery grey eyes one of complete calm, and then goes back to staring into the distance, her grip light on her broom, her posture erect as the broom she rides plummets crazily downwards.
Weasley is our King!! Weasley is our King....
"I don't believe that!" he yells back to her. He's hanging off his broom, reaching down with his hand, driving the broom downwards.
Luna looks up at him with those huge eyes. "But Ronald, you didn't say the magic word," she says as her out-of-control broom spirals down.
Weasley is our King!
"What IS the magic word? Luna?"
He collides with something and is flung from his broom....
And all of a sudden he is awake, and on the floor, clutching his head.