Yellow
Title: Yellow
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 192
Author's Notes: OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL WITH THESE. I really, really love writing with prompts. Maybe I'm not creative enough to write without them, maybe I like having goals and drabbles, idk. But anyway, I'm using the prompts from the fanfic 100 for Harry Potter. I AM NOT JOINING IT; it was already taken. I'm just using the prompts. 8'D The first few are from a few months ago, so.
"Yellow's lucky," She told him, and he smiled.
Of course it was.
It was the color of those sunflowers she loved that grew taller than they did in their backyard, turning around to face the sun all the time, matching the sunflowers they were now painting together and her herself, always finding the bright side to things and chasing down what she wanted. It was the color of her hair, long and almost wild because she thought brushing it into submission too much was unhealthy, but he loved it anyway. It was the color she chose for their wedding, draping the hall with yellow streamers and balloons that flew all about by magic, entertaining the guests who all knew her well enough to take this in their stride. It was the color of happiness, joy, and luck.
It was the color they now painted the small room together, big and cheerful and welcoming to the guest that hadn't yet arrived, but was eagerly expected.
"Yellow's lucky." Neville agreed, smiling as he splashed some of the bright paint onto Luna as the yellow sun set outside of the window to the baby's room.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 192
Author's Notes: OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL WITH THESE. I really, really love writing with prompts. Maybe I'm not creative enough to write without them, maybe I like having goals and drabbles, idk. But anyway, I'm using the prompts from the fanfic 100 for Harry Potter. I AM NOT JOINING IT; it was already taken. I'm just using the prompts. 8'D The first few are from a few months ago, so.
"Yellow's lucky," She told him, and he smiled.
Of course it was.
It was the color of those sunflowers she loved that grew taller than they did in their backyard, turning around to face the sun all the time, matching the sunflowers they were now painting together and her herself, always finding the bright side to things and chasing down what she wanted. It was the color of her hair, long and almost wild because she thought brushing it into submission too much was unhealthy, but he loved it anyway. It was the color she chose for their wedding, draping the hall with yellow streamers and balloons that flew all about by magic, entertaining the guests who all knew her well enough to take this in their stride. It was the color of happiness, joy, and luck.
It was the color they now painted the small room together, big and cheerful and welcoming to the guest that hadn't yet arrived, but was eagerly expected.
"Yellow's lucky." Neville agreed, smiling as he splashed some of the bright paint onto Luna as the yellow sun set outside of the window to the baby's room.