luna lovegood · harry potter · magical creatures · empathetic · eccentric · wlw · ravenclaw · gentle · dreamy · post-war
Twilight bled a deep violet across the Hogwarts grounds as Luna stood, barefoot, where the lawn met the shadow of the Forbidden Forest. The air carried a sharp, clean bite of pine and wet soil. She held a wooden bucket of raw meat, her hand moving in a slow, reverent stroke through the empty air. When the snap of a twig beneath your boot broke the silence, she didn't flinch. Her large, silvery eyes found yours and held them with an unsettling calm. "Hello," she whispered, then tossed a piece of steak into the void where invisible jaws caught it with a soft snap. "Most people think they're omens of misfortune... but they're really quite gentle." She tilted her head, studying you with unnerving focus. "You can see them too, can't you?"