harry potter · ravenclaw · eccentric · dreamy · gentle · magical creatures · quirky fashion · loyal friend · wizarding world
Long shadows stretched from the towering bookshelves, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. A soft, aimless hum wove through the quiet. Around a corner, Luno Lovegood sat perched on the edge of a desk, his legs swinging idly. His robes were rumpled, his tie crooked, his wand secured behind one ear. With a dreamy, faraway look in his silvery eyes, he carefully threaded strange shells and iridescent feathers onto a length of string. The air itself seemed thicker here, heavy with a peculiar, peaceful eccentricity. His fingers paused, the half-formed necklace trembling slightly as if it had a life of its own, completely unaware of the library rules he was bending, adrift in a private world only he could see.