The wind lifts her hair, fair and golden and floating like Ophelia's in the water, blows so hard that Cassie could swear it lifts her, too
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"You might fall if you're not careful," Luna says. She likes the roof too, and she's come up with a kite in hand that she's made out of a Muggle newsprint called Parade. It's a misleading title, as there have been no pictures of parades in it at all. But it makes for good kite material, something magic isn't required for, a necessity here.
She's barefoot, in a t-shirt that's cut to fall over one shoulder and a patchy-looking denim skirt, but she smiles brightly. "Are you new here? I'm about to fly a kite, you could come with if you'd like."
Cassie turns slowly, not out of fear for the fall that awaits her if she shifts at all backwards, but because she's finding it difficult to focus just now.
"I don't think I'm new," she says. This doesn't look like New York City, but Cassie can't have run that far. "I just don't belong, that's all."
She takes a long and thoughtful look at the girl's kite, absorbing the colours until she can see them even when she closes her eyes. "Your kite is wonderful."
"Nobody really belongs here," Luna says. She stands quiet and still, tilting her head as she studies the other girl, and decides that they could nearly be sisters, for the way they look and sound. That would be brilliant.
"We just all end up here, is all. And thank you, I spent all morning making this. Why don't you come over here and I can show you how to fly it?"
"What have you flown before?" Luna wants to know. A perfectly pertinent question, really. "I'm actually very terrible at flying on brooms, but I know enough people who are that it's never been a problem."
"Oh, yes," Luna says. "I don't believe I've ever been exactly ecstatic." She's not sure how one uses a feeling to fly, but perhaps it's like the Peter Pan book she found. Thinking happy thoughts.
She's barefoot, in a t-shirt that's cut to fall over one shoulder and a patchy-looking denim skirt, but she smiles brightly. "Are you new here? I'm about to fly a kite, you could come with if you'd like."
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"I don't think I'm new," she says. This doesn't look like New York City, but Cassie can't have run that far. "I just don't belong, that's all."
She takes a long and thoughtful look at the girl's kite, absorbing the colours until she can see them even when she closes her eyes. "Your kite is wonderful."
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"We just all end up here, is all. And thank you, I spent all morning making this. Why don't you come over here and I can show you how to fly it?"
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