Church Thank You Visitor Letter

A week on things that are not # 1 Gift

Title: on things that do not exist (but you can still swear they're there)
From:
To: x_cursive
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron / Luna

You asked and I (who secretly always wanted to write something about these two) here we I bring it, hoping that you like. I know one of your conditions was that Hermione does not appear anywhere, but I could not! I'm a bitch canon, I do not know if you knew, and I to mention it at first:)

Without further ado:

On things that are not (but you can still swear they're there).

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- Take a red dress.

The voice comes from nowhere and Ron can not help being startled. Give an involuntary gasp and your foot slips on a branch, making narrowly escaped falling from the tree in which, almost without realizing it, and sitting for an hour.

The night is one of those too light for winter and for a short time you feel the whispers of wind that minutes ago I promised a snowfall ( "Eve of breeze, white Christmas" soli to tell his father when his brothers waited anxiously Ely time to test their sleds) may well have that bring the message of a soul without a break in the Forbidden Forest. By joining and turn around, find something just as curious.

- has the bare back, he is very good.

eyes looking at him behind his back, bright and too big for your face, it could be those of an owl watching him in the dark and yet are those of a girl, pale and blonde, but in the middle of the night and the branches are little more than distinguish the silhouette of her voice.

- I do not care how you dress, Luna.

- Really? I think so.

- Why do you think that?

- Because of who I never spoke, and as you know.

Touché.

- Should not you be in the castle? - Question him, nodding the rectangle of light on the main tower that now leaves a thin floating chamber music. Not meant to sound even half as offensive as it sounds, but can not help it.

have the right to be grumpy, right?

Media whore Gryffindor tower is up in Slughorn's Christmas party, along with all the fucking mass Raveclaw and other Slytherin and even some Puff cast, but he does not care. Not a bit. Give them, those nerds, he will place at least thirty better ways to spend their last night in the College to be an interesting face a band of chattering officials and the old stockings suck Nutty Professor . Just tired.

is that, right? Tired. The partial half-year just been completed and the classes are too hard and everyone makes a fuss about NEWT who will take the next course, adults spend all their time preaching about their future and it increasingly seems to be ma , s close to, but he can not see it coming or have an idea how it looks. Quiddicht's next game is coming and everyone is eager for a win and have to train and to highlight and understand that Harry now has other things to worry about, things that go a bit beyond their duties of Capitány finder and even himself. Has a girlfriend who is as pretty as an absorbent and a sister who does not. And a best friend, who spent a month without speaking and then going to the happy party with the short version of Big Foot.

Not that it cares.

Just ... Tired.

- I was tired, "replied Luna Lovegood, indifferent tone of voice. I think I danced too much for one night.

- sounds like a party was hilarious, "he says with undisguised sarcasm.

- No, not really. The decor is fine, but it's all too formal. I have no doubt why Harry slipped while.

Ron strives to look the other way as Moon says this. Neither he doubt what Harry was doing, taking advantage of the castle is quiet and there is no prefect to realize their rides, and can feel the irritation rising in his throat like acid reflux, but not something you can share with her even though I feel like shouting from the rooftops.

- So, you left alone?

Moon simply shrugs.

- No problem. I was quite amused chatting with all the interesting people who were in the room, though, is stop a second in a thoughtfully-one seemed quite willing to dance with me.

- No? - Ron asked, once again distracted. ;

- No, and it's a shame. Not many know this, but the dance is one of the few things capable of scaring away Nargles.

- What the ...?

- The Nargles, live in mistletoe. Slughorn's classroom was packed, so that everything is safe now infested.

is amazing, think Ron's face convinced this girl when he speaks of such things. It is noted that honestly believes in exactly what he is saying, and although it is a little crazy Ron is confident that if anyone questions it, will do all Ravenclaws - ceñoy frown start listing reasons why they are right.

This thought gives grace.

- So, these Narls ...

- Nargles "she corrects him unmoved.

- just jump out of mistletoe and ... Do you pull the hair? Or, did you hit? You tear the clothes or maybe ...

can not continue.

loud and clear laughter of Luna Lovegood him off in an instant and before it is able to say "gurdirraíz" and flooded all around. It's a laugh high and sound that first hits your ears and then swinging tree branches in which they sit, the park expands, makes waves in the Black Lake and reach the Forbidden Forest in the dark echoes awakening to all creatures and also, to Ron no doubt, to all people of the castle.

is very strong, a contagious laugh and very, very, very, very strong.

laughter is like ... very strong.

not think you have heard someone laugh so hard in his life, and it seems some of the strangest that have not been overlooking one of the bright window (the tower, where the party) to see what that noise is music or impossible to distinguish one's thoughts.

- Of course not, stupid - almost airless cried so much joy, you've confused everything! The Whispers Terribles, they are violent.

- Ah ... yes?

- Yes! The Nargles do nothing about it, are the most peaceful creatures.

- Really? She says, raising his eyebrows in disbelief Then I do not understand, Luna, why what is bad infesting the mistletoe?

- Oh, very simple, "he says, again quietly. If you kiss someone under the mistletoe with Nargles, then your relationship is destined to end.

- Really? -Q, more attentive, "Is that why you try to remove them at all costs?

- Of course. Christmas is supposedly a time of peace and love, and there can be none if there are couples everywhere broken and miserable.

- That's very noble, Luna

- In addition, beginning, coming down ely use whatever tone of voice to a confident - if you start to drop them too badly, your nose glows and turns red.

And he makes a terrible grace. Do not know why, but it makes a terrible grace and begins to break a tendon and he mutters "How the Reindeer" and she laughs too. And we both laugh loud and she always higher, surpassing all levels of sound in a way that would be to creepy if it were not ... cute.

And do not know why says, but confesses:

- I would have danced with you.

- If you had a red nose?

and laugh again. Ron

not know how long they stay, I descend into laughter, losing his balance in the branches of your tree and holding the guts to control the hiccup that intercepts your comments: each more foolish than above but inexplicably more hilarious with every passing second. Do not know exactly when, if the fourth or fifth joke about "Rudolph", or always-all begins to be a snap. Talking and laughing, saying things without thinking do nothing more than at the time. Neither in their problems, or other people, or what would your brothers, just that is there, along with Luna, and everything is extremely simple and natural.

not think about it, and yet there seems nothing unusual at all when he gets himself up and says,

- I have to kiss you now, Luna, "I can?

And she nods with a breathtaking tranquility, maintaining her smile but not altered in the least, almost as if he had asked you pass the salt or something. Ron is coming, somewhat surprised, looks at the similarities, their minds are on either side, honestly, and understand: after all, he asks for something you feel you need and it gives Luna happy to help; and yet how he feels once the distance between both ends of saved is much better than salt beef.

And when you think "distance" knows that there is something poetic or symbolic. Does not refer to an abyss of disagreements and misunderstandings, there is a metaphor for a difference of intelligence or class or Casas. are just four inches on a starry night that disappear like nothing, and, yes, is kissing.

Smooth, quiet, moving lips and tongues while dancing and drains without anyone noticing, "with both hands clutching his face.

And it's almost weird.

not kiss. The kiss is fine.

know is rare, leaving no doubt that this is the taste of freedom without having ever tasted before or even thought about whether freedom was tasteless, and seldom feel so happy.

- Good thing there, "says Luna mistletoe around giggling short.

feels, far off the chamber music hall. End