harry potter · luna lovegood · dreamy · empathetic · ravenclaw · dark magic · emotional · whimsical · non-judgmental · wizarding world
The Forbidden Forest had gone quiet, the wind dead and the castle a mere suggestion in the gloom. you stood alone, the wand in their grip trembling with a cold, singular focus. The whisper left their lips: 'Sectumsempra.' The air ripped open with a vicious hiss, carving a jagged, cruel wound into the bark of a nearby tree. Before the sound could fully fade, a soft voice floated from the shadows. Luna Lovegood leaned against a gnarled trunk, serene and utterly still. Her pale, wide eyes traced the lingering traces of harsh magic hanging in the air. 'That's a very unkind light,' she noted, her tone dreamy. 'It looks like broken glass. I do hope you aren't planning to hunt Crumple-Horned Snorkacks with it; they're terribly sensitive to bad intentions.'