HP UK Meetup Ficlet #2 - Inspiration
Title: Inspiration
Author: sesheta_66
Beta / Brit-pick: alaana_fair / nursedarry
Characters: Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood
Rating: PG
Summary: An unexpected visit from a friend brings with it news about a past Dean never knew.
Word Count: ~ 500
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s/Artist's notes: Originally written for dora_the_nymph, for the hp_uk_meetup.
Inspiration
Dean stared at the blank canvas, no inspiration forthcoming. He sighed. Just another side-effect of the war. He'd barely drawn anything since, and the lack of motivation weighed heavily on him. If only he could wash away the bad memories and replace them with more positive ones.
He sighed, put down his pencil, and walked to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea would help him focus. He put the kettle on and was reaching for the box of tea when a knock at the door sounded.
"Luna!" Dean smiled as he opened the door to let his friend in.
"Hi, Dean." She pecked him on the cheek as she breezed past him towards the front room. "I brought you something." Reaching into her enormous bag, she rifled around for who knew what.
Dean detoured into the kitchen, leaving her to search. "I was just making tea. Earl Grey all right for you?" he asked.
"Yes, thanks."
Luna looked pleased with herself when he entered, a plate of biscuits and two mugs of tea hovering behind him. "Thanks." She took her mug of tea and a shortbread, set them aside, and handed him a copy of the Quibbler. "Fresh from the press," she said. "I think you'll like it."
Dean had long ago stopped trying to figure Luna out. During their captivity and subsequent time at Shell Cottage, they'd formed a friendship that school alone, even with the DA, hadn't provided. Whatever her quirks - and she had more than most - she always meant well, and genuinely cared about people, especially her friends. Curious, he took the newspaper.
"It's on page six," she said.
He turned to the page and stared at the headline: "Lest We Forget: The Second Generation of War Heroes." He scanned the obvious names, then stopped when he reached his own.
"Me? But my father--"
Luna nodded. "Your father did more than just turn down the Death Eaters," she told him. "It turns out he'd managed to dig up some useful information that he'd passed along to the Longbottoms." Dean stared at her, uncomprehending. "After what happened to them, obviously they couldn't tell anyone. But it seems that they kept records."
Dean had grown up thinking his father had abandoned him and his mother, and had only during the war found out he'd been killed by Death Eaters. This was new information.
"Look at page forty-six."
He flipped the pages. There, atop a broom, his father laughed as he flew circles around his Gryffindor Quidditch team mates. Dean had never before seen a wizarding picture of his father. He blinked rapidly as he ran his fingers over the moving image of a man he never knew.
"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," Luna said, abandoning her tea, but scooping up the shortbread before leaving. "I'll see myself out."
A short while later, smile on his face and pencil in his hand, Dean felt inspiration take hold once again.
Author: sesheta_66
Beta / Brit-pick: alaana_fair / nursedarry
Characters: Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood
Rating: PG
Summary: An unexpected visit from a friend brings with it news about a past Dean never knew.
Word Count: ~ 500
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s/Artist's notes: Originally written for dora_the_nymph, for the hp_uk_meetup.
Inspiration
Dean stared at the blank canvas, no inspiration forthcoming. He sighed. Just another side-effect of the war. He'd barely drawn anything since, and the lack of motivation weighed heavily on him. If only he could wash away the bad memories and replace them with more positive ones.
He sighed, put down his pencil, and walked to the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea would help him focus. He put the kettle on and was reaching for the box of tea when a knock at the door sounded.
"Luna!" Dean smiled as he opened the door to let his friend in.
"Hi, Dean." She pecked him on the cheek as she breezed past him towards the front room. "I brought you something." Reaching into her enormous bag, she rifled around for who knew what.
Dean detoured into the kitchen, leaving her to search. "I was just making tea. Earl Grey all right for you?" he asked.
"Yes, thanks."
Luna looked pleased with herself when he entered, a plate of biscuits and two mugs of tea hovering behind him. "Thanks." She took her mug of tea and a shortbread, set them aside, and handed him a copy of the Quibbler. "Fresh from the press," she said. "I think you'll like it."
Dean had long ago stopped trying to figure Luna out. During their captivity and subsequent time at Shell Cottage, they'd formed a friendship that school alone, even with the DA, hadn't provided. Whatever her quirks - and she had more than most - she always meant well, and genuinely cared about people, especially her friends. Curious, he took the newspaper.
"It's on page six," she said.
He turned to the page and stared at the headline: "Lest We Forget: The Second Generation of War Heroes." He scanned the obvious names, then stopped when he reached his own.
"Me? But my father--"
Luna nodded. "Your father did more than just turn down the Death Eaters," she told him. "It turns out he'd managed to dig up some useful information that he'd passed along to the Longbottoms." Dean stared at her, uncomprehending. "After what happened to them, obviously they couldn't tell anyone. But it seems that they kept records."
Dean had grown up thinking his father had abandoned him and his mother, and had only during the war found out he'd been killed by Death Eaters. This was new information.
"Look at page forty-six."
He flipped the pages. There, atop a broom, his father laughed as he flew circles around his Gryffindor Quidditch team mates. Dean had never before seen a wizarding picture of his father. He blinked rapidly as he ran his fingers over the moving image of a man he never knew.
"I'll leave you two to get acquainted," Luna said, abandoning her tea, but scooping up the shortbread before leaving. "I'll see myself out."
A short while later, smile on his face and pencil in his hand, Dean felt inspiration take hold once again.