Luna

Luna Lovegood. ❝Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralysed by it.❞ Post war/post trio era. Ships with Rolf. 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕠𝕗 #𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕤.

Okay…

Are you sure?

Are you okay?

Uncle . .?

// I’m honestly still reeling from reading Evanna’s memoir

// I won’t let you, she’s precious and deserves so much more recognition and attention

//

She definitely needs to, it’s been so long. Even though she’s an adult now, and been out of school for five years, she’s still burying her face in her mum’s neck. “It’s been thirteen years, mum. Where were you?”

“I’ve missed you so much.” She might be sobbing ever so slightly, as she gratefully returned the hug.

Mum !

She’s the absolute definition of perfect . . .

The most perfect redhead she knows . . .

Please, tell her then . .

She’s not sure that’s a risk worth taking . .

Lots of bad things could happen . .

Don’t be so sure . . .

Sure, she says that now . . .

She’s not the only one too afraid to have done so. The thought of potentially damaging such a perfect friendship, it was too much for her . . .

She’s been missed just as much, if not more so . .