* sometimes-- [open]

[luna]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Luna’s inquisitive blue eyes gazed out across black lake. It wasn’t a bright day; in fact it was rather overcast and cloudy. The sun was nowhere to be seen, but Luna didn’t mind because so long as she was outside, she was happy. Her back rested against the sturdy trunk of an acorn tree, humming a tune quietly that her dad and her had made up together. As she stared out at the rippling navy coloured lake, she thought back to the last time she’d seen her father, and told him all about Dumbledore’s Army and her new friends. He’d been so proud of her for getting involved; for fighting against evil and making a stand. She missed it dearly. She missed learning new spells that she’d never even heard of, and all the people she got to meet and know that she’d never spoken to before. She was especially grateful that they’d stayed as her friends, instead of going back to ignoring her around Hogwarts like she half-expected. In retrospective she shouldn’t have thought so harshly of them and their ways and she was far more grateful now to know them than ever. It was her fifth year at Hogwarts, and she wondered how different the past few years would’ve been without friends or even acquaintances.

She tore herself away from such thoughts, and focused on the lake that sat so boldly in front of her. She pondered what it would be like to be able to swim with all the merpeople and fish, and all the other strange creatures that lurked beneath the murky waters, even the ones that you couldn’t see. She suddenly thought about all the different undiscovered creatures living below the lake that her dad could write about in the Quibbler. How would she find them? How would she see them? Where did they live? Ideas starting exploding through her mind and she smiled widely, lost once again in a world of her own; a world where nobody could tell her what to do or what was right. A world found only in her imagination, where she was fully accepted for the person she was.

With a small sigh, she tried to convince herself that the world might one day be like that, but for now she knew that she was going to be "the weird one" for the majority of her school life. She raised her eyebrows and half smiled as she glanced up at the grey sky. One day things will change.

TAGGED ! anyone
WORDS ! 419
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! nopez~

[DAMIAN TOBIAS FROUD]

Damian had just finished his last class of the day and, for once, didn't have any homework to complete for the following day. As he passed through the outer corridor of Hogwarts, he looked up at the overcast sky. As his hazel eyes took in the gray sight, the corner of his lips tugged downward into a slight frown. When was the last time that he had actually gotten out of the life that surrounded him on a daily basis and just watched the horizon feeling the universe and his connection to it? Feeling shameful, the boy realized it had easily been a week or more. Rae Lyn would have smacked him over the head before dragging him by the ear and throwing his body into the nearest body of water. The frown flipped into a small smile as Damian remembered the first time his guide had done exactly that to him. He had been so surprised that when he finally resurfaced from the pond he had been thrown into, he had simply stared at her in disbelief as he fought to get the water he had breathed in out of his lungs.

He looked around the corridor to realize that the other students had already made their way to where ever they were going to relax. So when Damian stepped into the courtyard on his way to the Black Lake, the corridor was left empty. He hadn't even realized that the open air would be as cold as it was and he wrapped his school cloak around him to keep the chill out. It looked like he wouldn't be enjoying a swim today, not unless he wanted to spend time in the infirmary with a cold.

He walked with his eyes trained on the faint lines that told where the dreary clouds rippled and connected to each other. Occasionally spots of light made their way through the barrier that separated the sun from the earth, their rays making clear paths to touch fortunate vegetation before the clouds closed up once more an their light was lost once more. As Damian watched this occurrence happen over and over in different spots, his foot caught and the boy found his body falling to the hard ground. After a few moments, and several spiteful words to both his clumsiness and the rock that had tripped him, Damian stood and made sure to brush the dirt from his robes. He didn't want to look like he had been playing around like another common student, even if he was one. Finally dirt free, the boy raised his head to the dark lake that greeted him and his lips smoothed into a line, possibly curved upwards by the tiniest degree. Water; Home.

words: 461
clothing: school uniform