"How could my love for her be wrong? Sure, it was odd to some people, but it was love just the same."
Since your first day at Hogwarts, there have been rumors about that strange Lovegood girl who wears mismatched clothes and talks about creatures th...
The summer flew by with plenty of letters written to and from my friends. Poor Milo couldn't catch a break. Two more summers passed, and each day I became a better and better witch. I turned 15 and my feelings toward Luna only got stronger. I would spend hours lying awake at night, wondering if she felt the same. But today I stood in front of my mirror, dressed in an ivory-white shirt and blue jeans. I had decided that since it had a tendency to get cold on the train, I would wear dad's favorite button-up shirt with me. Because I knew I had to wash it anyway, I had saved a glass bottle of his cologne and I'd spray it on the shirt so it would smell like him.
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I was putting on some makeup (only a little) when there was a knock at my door.
"Come in," I say, not bothering to ask who it is.
"I hope you're almost ready, the train leaves in an hour," Evie grumbles at me. She walks up behind me and studies the blush I'm putting on.
"Is that my blush?" she demands. I roll my eyes and scoff.
"No, Evie, I did not take your blush. Yours is too deep for my skin tone," I reply. She huffs and stomps out. I couldn't help but laugh at her immaturity, but no matter. I would be home again with Rory and Luna soon.
A few hours later I stood at the station waiting for my friends like I did every year. Cedric and Fred-and-George were the first to find me.
"Hey, Y/n," Cedric says. He hugs me. "Feels like I haven't seen you in ages."
"Likewise," I reply, hugging him back. Look over at the twins, whose faces bore mischievous smirks.
"I know that look. What have you done this time?" I ask. George elbowed Fred, nudging him towards me.
"Get on with it, Fred. Show her," George said, still smiling. Fred whipped his wand out but didn't point it at me.
"Orchideous," he said. To my astonishment, small daisies sprouted from the end of his wand. He plucked them off and handed them to me.
"Where'd you learn that one?" I said, pleasantly surprised.
"I invented it," Fred replied, proud of himself. "Took me a whole bloody month, but now I have another ace up my sleeve for the girls." I laugh.
"I'm sure they'll be lined up at your door by Christmas," I answer.
"You never responded to that letter I wrote you," Cedric suddenly said to me.
"I'm so sorry," I told him. "Milo's the only owl we have, and what with all the letters being sent from my house-"
"Relax, it's okay," he reassured me. "We'll have plenty of time to catch up after-" He was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind and lifting me up. I shrieked with surprise, and I turned around to see Rory and his crooked smile. He was taller than I remembered.
"Hey," he said in a surprisingly deep voice. I hug him and rise on my toes to whisper in his ear.
"I missed you, you nincompoop," I say, teasing.
"You too, you stupid little twit," he replies. We separate and he greets the rest of the guys.
"Alright, mate?" Cedric asks, clapping him on the back. "Been busy this summer?"
"He has," I chime in. "Far too busy to answer any of my letters." Rory rolled his eyes at me.
"Y/n, I'm muggleborn. Mum almost had a stroke last week because your daft bloody owl flew right into my window," he says. Fred-and-George burst out laughing. I gently smack both of them.
"It's not my fault Milo has the mental capacity of a rock," I protest. The twins are still howling.
"I sure hope the window was alright," Fred (or George) said. It only made them laugh harder. I see a trolly being pushed up next to mine.
"What's everyone laughing about?" Luna asks.
"Luna!" I cheer, hugging her. She's surprised, but she hugs me back.
"Hello to you too," she replies. Yeah, that wasn't awkward at all. Nice going, Y/n, I thought to myself. We part.
"So, should we get on the train now? I hear they've changed it from 4 to 6 people per cabin," she says. Rory takes his trolley and makes a beeline for the train. Cedric and Fred-and-George follow.
"Bagsy on the window seat!" he yells over his shoulder.
"Not if I get there first," one of the twins answers. They disappear into the crowd, and Luna and I laugh at them.
"Boys, right?" I giggle, looking over at her. She looks confused.
"You smell like one," she said, pointing at my shirt. I remember spraying dad's cologne on it this morning. "Have you got a new boyfriend?" she asks. I never thought that seeing a hint of disappointment in her eyes would make me so happy.
"No, I'm-" I begin, and then I slam on the brakes. Holy Merlin, that was close. The closest I'd ever come to letting my secret slip. I smile nervously.
"No, no boyfriend. This was actually my dad's shirt, and he...he died when I was a little girl. Sometimes I spray his old cologne on it so it smells like him," I say. "Sounds stupid, but it makes me feel safe. Like I have part of him with me, you know?"
"That's not stupid at all," she replies. "I do the same thing. Well, sort of. My mum used to love to make her own jewelry." Luna pulls her hair back to reveal the dangly earrings she's wearing.
"Are those...radishes?" I ask, looking closer.
"Mhm," she said. "These were her favorite pair, she wore them all the time. I don't know why she loved radishes so much. Radishes, of all things, and I always hated eating them. But whenever I wear these earrings I feel like I can carry her around."
"Exactly," I agree. I wish I didn't like her so much. We push our trolleys towards the train and board, ready for the start of another year.
Dear Reader,
I'm so sorry it took me this long to write a chapter! Things have been super busy, but I can promise a new character and a lot of drama (in all aspects of the word) in Y/n's fourth year! Also, thank you for over 150 reads, it means the world to me! Until next time...
