[fic] doesn't even matter
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notworthydoesn't even matter
g, 190 words
harry potter- harry/luna
um. this is bad, mostly cause i have no emotional attachment to this pairing- i love the idea of it, but i have no idea as to how i would execute it, so this is rather poorly done.
He's lost count of how many things in his life that were out of his control. There's only a few that he doesn't regret.
One of them is sitting at his kitchen table, in his shirt, wand tucked behind her ear. She's reading- what, he can't tell, but it doesn't matter.
For the longest time, he thought that it would be Ginny. He had hoped that it would be Ginny, but. He had learned a long time ago that life never worked out for him, at least, not the way that he wanted it to.
And he didn't regret it. Luna had lost none of her oddness, and he was convinced that she was mental, but she was his, and he loved her.
"You're thinking about her again," Luna said, though there was no anger in her voice. She was just matter of fact about it. She glanced at him from under her hair, eyes wide.
"I was," he admitted, because, well, he didn't like lying to her.
Luna nodded, going back to reading, content to ignore him again. He took the seat next to her, and just watched her.
g, 190 words
harry potter- harry/luna
um. this is bad, mostly cause i have no emotional attachment to this pairing- i love the idea of it, but i have no idea as to how i would execute it, so this is rather poorly done.
He's lost count of how many things in his life that were out of his control. There's only a few that he doesn't regret.
One of them is sitting at his kitchen table, in his shirt, wand tucked behind her ear. She's reading- what, he can't tell, but it doesn't matter.
For the longest time, he thought that it would be Ginny. He had hoped that it would be Ginny, but. He had learned a long time ago that life never worked out for him, at least, not the way that he wanted it to.
And he didn't regret it. Luna had lost none of her oddness, and he was convinced that she was mental, but she was his, and he loved her.
"You're thinking about her again," Luna said, though there was no anger in her voice. She was just matter of fact about it. She glanced at him from under her hair, eyes wide.
"I was," he admitted, because, well, he didn't like lying to her.
Luna nodded, going back to reading, content to ignore him again. He took the seat next to her, and just watched her.
