"She'd be a regular Harry Potter with how famous she'd be from her stories." Will wasn't sure where their little Luna had gotten so fond of telling stories. She definitely had quite a bit of material to draw from, but despite how much Lucy enjoyed the dramatic arts and Will his books, neither of them were particularly writers or storytellers per say. Her imagination at times seemed limitless even at such a young age.
Will just nodded though, not wanting to voice how this was only a distant, unattainable dream and that even hoping for such an escape would be counterproductive. Then, what else were they supposed to do? Succumb to hopelessness? "Do you remember our first date?" He had been ridiculously nervous then, though he didn't show it. She had talked and talked for what seemed like hours, and Will had known instantly that he was falling for her and hard. "You were radiant that night." He lightly kissed her forehead.