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hphalloween_mod ([info]hphalloween_mod) wrote in [info]hp_halloween,
@ 2014-10-31 10:16:00

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Entry tags:!2014, #gen, *kelly_chambliss, ^grey lady, ^luna lovegood, rating: pg

Halloween gift for pauraque

Gift for: [info]pauraque

From: [info]kelly_chambliss

Title: Chromatic
Characters: The Grey Lady, Luna Lovegood
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I am not now, nor have I ever been, J. K. Rowling.
Summary: Every year, the Grey Lady waits for Samhain.
Notes: Dear [info]pauraque, I'm quite your fangirl, you know. I'm glad to be writing for you. It took a village to beta this thing: my thanks to my fast and helpful readers, [info]ragdoll and [info]magnetic_pole and [info]iselima and Boadicea12.


"The Grey Lady"--so you are called by the children and their teachers and even your fellow ghosts. For when they look upon you, grey is all they see.

And grey is all you see when you look upon the world; every other shade disappeared the moment you felt the Baron's knife. All became silver and shadow: your sight, your spirit. Yourself.

At first, you thought you would go mad from lack of colour. Even the red of blood staining your murdered breast would have been welcome, a reminder that you had lived.

But in the greyness, there was nothing.

Then you found the grace of Samhain. On that night, when you see a child pure of heart, the Veil opens to show you the rainbow of one bright young soul.

For that brief moment, you live a many-hued life.

Over the years, there have been many such children, and the most vibrant you never forget: Minerva of the raven tresses, rosy-cheeked Dilys, green-eyed Lily.

Now there is Luna, pale as the moon whose name she bears, but no less vivid for that. Tonight, she will renew you through flaxen hair and alabaster brow and eyes the colour of hope.





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