Regard the moon-- la lune ne garde aucune rancune.
In the way that some people were refreshed by food or drink or a hot bath, Luna was refreshed by sitting in the light of the moon. Her father had once compared her to a night-blooming flower, said the Muggles had a fancy word for how plants ate up the sunlight. How it could apply to her, he said, for la lune.
So instead of sunbathing, she bathed under the celestial body she was named for, her limbs not quite pale anymore but painted silver by the light. Lying in the sand, she marvelled that the little grains could look cool in moonlight and still feel warm.
Her arms were at her sides, her wand in her curled up fingers, like it too could absorb the night and be fixed.
[Late tags and ST welcome!]
So instead of sunbathing, she bathed under the celestial body she was named for, her limbs not quite pale anymore but painted silver by the light. Lying in the sand, she marvelled that the little grains could look cool in moonlight and still feel warm.
Her arms were at her sides, her wand in her curled up fingers, like it too could absorb the night and be fixed.
[Late tags and ST welcome!]