harry potter imagines

027.|| two of them [l.l.]

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Summary: Luna knits with her and your wands as needles.

[Ravenclaw!Reader]

this is so new oh wow

[Male!Reader]

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Two of them

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Curious eyes observed his knitting best friend, watching as she made rows and rows of garter stitches, creating a long trail of knitted yarn on her lap. Her soft hands worked tirelessly on her newfound hobby, small smile of content ghosting upon her face.

Let's just say he's been adoring her for months. Her positive personality, her ability to find the goodness in every bad things. Luna never hesitated to show her true self, the wand behind her ear, the upside down reading of the Quibbler, those odd ornaments that are hanging on her earlobes, everything she loves, she shows it. But to this guy, the girl she loves, he never shows it. He feels like he's risking the perfect formula for your friendship, the one he's been brewing for years.

She stopped her knitting, her and [Name]'s wands came into a halt, creating an x with them. She's been knitting with wands, for she lost the needles again because the other students messed with her with a chant of 'Loony Lovegood' bouncing off the walls. He kindly lent her his own wand, supporting her with her handicraft.

He never got in her way. Maybe he doesn't want to see her frown. This angel's frown is the last thing he needs in his years at Hogwarts. He cared for her for a long time, ever since they were kids. He stopped in front of their house just to play with her. She never went outside, with the other children that judges her for the way she dresses. Do they even know that her mother died when she's eight-years-old? Do they even know that she witnessed them all? Left with the existence of Thestrals in her eyes to remind her of that death? They never knew it. Only him that she trusted with everything, he knew them all.

"What's the matter, [Name]? You seem distracted. A Sickle for your situation?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all, just wondering how to knit like that. Go on, knit more. I am observing how you do it. What are you doing anyway?"

"I'm knitting a scarf, [Name]. But not just any scarf, I bewitched the yarns to never get lost when I give it to someone."

Then her fingers worked again, transferring the other row to the other needle, vice versa. She never felt uncomfortable under his gaze, she got used to it years ago. He is a curious soul wandering in the depths of her world, appreciating those wonderful creatures that seem to exist in just her eyes, watching them with his own and exploring her thoughts with wanderlust, she loved him for it.

[Name] watched when she made bind-off stitches, protesting that she's doing it 'wrong'. She giggled as she stitched another bind-off, then pulling them off the needle. Luna assured him that it's almost done, and she's not doing it wrong with a small voice. He immediately shut up, and instantly felt jealous of the one she's giving the scarf to. I mean, who wouldn't want a scarf that never gets lost? Especially from the girl you love?

She finished the last stitch and pulled them off, securing the end with a knot and cutting the excess yarn. Admiring her work, she smoothed the finished scarf and folded them into a neat square. Luna brought the bundle of knitted yarn to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent of it. Happy with the outcome, she handed [Name]'s wand to him, letting the material slip through her palm as he pulled it gently.

The warmth of her hand radiated on his wand. She must be gripping it for a long time. He caressed it, from up to down, feeling the warm surface of his wand wood. He wished he's just the wand, at least it got a long time in embrace of her fingers.

"Teach me."

He uttered, interested with the art of looping threads, the slip-knots in the beginnging, those cast-ons, those garter stitches, stockinettes, purls stitches, those ribbings, double ribbings, seed stitches, the basket stitches, along with the slip stitches and binding them off with content, he's interested with them all.

"Why?"

"I want to knit a scarf, too."

That's it. The only reason; knitting a scarf. Although he'll look ridiculous with those needles and yarns by his side, he wants to knit a scarf. He wants to knit a scarf for himself, a scarf that'll never mind to cling on his neck, no questions asked. Just a scarf.

"But then if I taught you how to knit, you'll have two of them now."

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