Dorothy "Dottie" Darling (dottiness) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-10-22 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * terri, c: dorothy darling |
WHO: Dottie Darling --> Luna Lovegood
WHEN: October 22, evening.
WHERE: The Darling-Moore House.
SUMMARY: Dottie remembers a certain lion hat.
WARNINGS: N/A
She was sitting in a pile of odds and ends. Swaths of fabric, tufts of fur, clouds of stuffing, and long, pale whiskers that she hadn’t used quite yet littered the space around her. The base of her project would remain the same. It was difficult to make a hat not a hat anymore, after all, at least if you wished it to have some similar function, which she did. Luna stuck her tongue just out the corner of her lips, her nose wrinkled in concentration as she tucked a bit of spell-o-tape into a hidden place, and pressed more precisely cut fabric into place. This particular project had taken planning and time. With the upcoming Quidditch game looming ever closer, she had put in more hours cutting just the right pieces and forming them into something worth wearing. It was just two evenings away now, and she was not going to be able to complete the project quite like she had wanted to, but she still thought the lion itself was going to turn out beautifully. As she delicately placed the whiskers upon its muzzle, she adhered a sticking charm and smiled to herself. Though she was a Ravenclaw and had never presumed to fit into any other house as she barely fit into her own, it seemed that she had somehow fallen into friendships with many Gryffindors. It had begun with Ginny, and though she knew that they likely didn’t need her, they were kinder to her than other students. The least she could do, Luna thought, was represent them well with support in the Ravenclaw stands. She tapped her wand to the hat and it let out a loud roar. Delighted, Luna laughed even as one of her dormmates gave a shriek from a few beds over, “Merlin, Loony! Could you warn someone when you’re going to do that? Some of us are trying to study.” Luna bit the inside of her cheek, thinking better of her response, but dreamily replied, “It’s quite realistic. Not to worry. Lion’s aren’t native to Scotland.” “I’m aware the continent that lions are native to, thanks.” There was a distinct lilt to her tone that suggested her eyes were being rolled along with her words, but Luna merely refocused her efforts on applying a row of small, brightly polished teeth to the lion’s mouth. Her housemate’s might not appreciate her craft, but she hoped that a select few Gryffindor’s would. Everyone else could think what they wished, whether it was that she was crazy or eccentric or a traitor to her own house even though they weren’t in this particular Quidditch match. If she could bring a smile to even one of her friend’s faces, it would be worth the effort. Dottie shook off the memory, a small smile lingering at the corner of her lips as she turned over the fur lined hat that she had in her hands. It didn’t roar, and it wasn’t a realistic representation of a lion or any other animal, but sometimes Luna came to her in the strangest of moments, with the smallest draw of familiarity. Her heart warmed when she thought of the Gryffindors that Luna loved and how so many of them had somehow found their way back into her life here in Dunhaven, even if one of them had been with her since the very beginning of all things. Luna, who so rarely cared what anyone thought of her, wanted to bring a bit of extra joy to her friends. Dottie was glad that she’d been able to do so, and she knew that when the time came, that lion’s roar was going to ring out over the Quidditch pitch and it wasn’t just good. It was fantastic. |