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      THEY’RE IN BETWEEN BOUTS OF  OWLs and NEWTs,    examinations have even the brightest of minds frayed and pushed to the breaking point.     the sun’s shining,    weather’s turning warmer,    and more and more students find their way to do their studying outside.  tom and luna is no exception where they’re lounging in the shadow of a huge tree near the shores of the black lake.  tom has a book suspended in the air above him as his head rests gently in luna’s lap.    the silver raven is busy transfiguring and conjuring stuff, the soft voice gently wafting through tom’s concentration,   but it’s more of a comfort than a nuisance and he find he doesn’t mind it all that much.     not even when her fingers tread lightly through his hair does he break away from the book, an involuntary smile creeping across his features instead.     gaze of blue moves then from the suspended book, to lock onto sparkling silver, a dark brow quirked in query.    ‘ pray tell, Luna,   care to explain to me what you’re doing ? ’

          TOM IS QUIET for a while,   almost pretending that he hasn’t heard the soft voice of the younger ravenclaw.    but his face betrays him by the narrowing of dark brows,  and faint twitching at the corner of his mouth   —   as if he’s trying to fight a smile.     theatrically heaving a sigh he directs a rather exasperated gaze at the petite blonde and shakes his head minutely in feigned bemusement.        ❝    ——   i guess  ”    he starts,  now smiling faintly,    ❝    that their hissing can hold a certain musical quality to it.     but in general, no,  a snake cannot sing.  ”

                             IT IS AMUSING TO THE HALFBLOOD,  the way the younger girl acts around him.    innocence radiates in silver,  and he’s drawn to it, he is,    like a moth to the flame.      head tilt sideways,  lips automatically quirking slightly upwards,  upon seeing her ;  icy blue gaze watching mesmerized as fire from the torches dances in the paleness of her hair,   giving her skin an ethereal glow.     he watches her quietly for a moment, trying to commit this to his memory for later artistry.      maybe, one day,  he might even show her some of those.       odd feeling, this shyness that seems to overcome him at times when it comes to the silver raven.   unfamiliar,  unwelcome.        tom riddle is not used to be feeling out of sorts due to anything.       tentative smile falters slightly as she keeps on staring at him,    and tom, now kind of unnerved, let his eyes narrow in burgeoning annoyance.      then it seems like luna has gathered her courage and as she step into his personal space,  tom watch  her intently, with bated breath, as she gets on her toes and press her lips to his cheek.     his heart skips a beat,  as unfamiliar warmth spreads through his entire being,  for a brief moment he keeps on watching her with confusion clearly evident in pools of icy blue.   then, with a minute shake of his head, as if to clear his thoughts, he’s reached out and grabbed a hold of her arm,     tugging her gently back towards him.   thumbs stroke gently over the soft skin of her cheeks,  tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ear,     before tilting her head slightly backwards to look at him,    and with the briefest bout of hesitation he’s bent down and gently brushed his lips across hers,  pulling back with a kind of smile only reserved for her.

✉      //      na.      ➝       @oflunarcy.

My Opinion on;

Character in general:      luna lovegood is the most precious human of all and should be protected at all costs.   i just adore her so much.   the way she has of seeing the good, and rise above all the bullying and snide comments and rude nicknames is just goals tbh.  but she can also be a force to be reckoned with and that makes me so proud of her, like she’s out there kicking ass and taking names, as well as loftily babbling on about nargles and wrackspurts.  and she dares to be herself no matter waht and she’s such a good rolemodel for every single person out there.   and she’s a ravenclaw which basically means she so bloody damn brilliant even though it’s hidden behind a layer of otherness.  and i just …  i love one (1) silver haired ravenclaw with spectrespecs !!How they play them:      im love.      ok no but listen there is so much talent in this portrayal ??   like, whenever i read a memeresponse or reply from ailli i hear luna’s voice.  i can picture the scene in my head bc she puts so much thought into the detail, her mannerisms and her headspace.  with all the nargles and wrackspurts and other creatures onyl she believes exist.   ailli have nailed the lofty, dreamy, ditsy and goodhearted and pure innocent witch,   but at the same time she’s not afraid to twist this beam of light into something dark and sinister and do a what if she remained friendless and became a death eater instead.  and i am FLOORED.   and so blessed to be able to be a part of this exploration tbh.    being the only luna i follow, i cannot really find myself to bring another into the mix bc ailli is luna to me tbh.The Mun:      THE SWEETEST BEING.   i love talking with her and seeing her on the dash makes me so happy and i’m so proud of her for working so hard with her school things and she’s so talented and i’m her biggest cheerleader and i believe she can do whatever she puts her mind to bc she’s just that talented and i love her so much tbh.    but also, beware, she is a little meme :))))

Do I:

RP with them:      the best of threads !!Want to RP with them:      BRING ME 20 !!

What is my;

Overall Opinion:      you’ve seen all the amazing crack promos out there ?  that’s ailli !  ailli is a gift to tumblr and if you’re not following her you should probably re-evaluate your tumblr choices, honestly.  

✍   .             what is your muse’s handwriting like ?   is it neat ?   sloppy ?   fancy ?

   i imagine it looks like a mix between these two.    like with everything else in his life tom takes care to seem better than he actually is,  and neat handwriting, alongside an extensive vocabulary, is a sign of good education. 

☺   .             what is your muse’s smile like ?   do they smile often ?

    usually it’s a wolfish,  predatory, arrogant smirk.    lest he needs to charm someone in which it can be wide, flirty and almost affectionately warm.     he doesn’t have the habit of going around randomly smiling, no,  but he doesn’t quite have a resting bitchface either.    more of a very, very faint upwards tilt of his lips.

⚡   .             how does your muse feel about storms ?   are they afraid of them, or do they calm them ?

   as a kid tom was actually afraid of storms,  but at the same time he constantly wished for lighting to strike the orphanage and burn it to the ground, along with all the matrons and kids there.        nowadays he relishes in being outside under the electricity charged sky and just feel the energy at work.   if he is able, he will actually be flying.

                                HE’S JUST OUT OF HOGWARTS,  it’s been a few weeks only since he graduated with outstanding NEWT’s,  and tom is currently sitting by the window of his newly acquired flat in diagon alley.  at his desk is several outwritten journals,  and even more leaves of parchment   –    used and unused,  some filled with scribbles and others with sketches.   this is the most messy that the flat is,  the other parts, although rather sparsely furnished,  are surprisingly pristine.     the black cat is back again.    sitting just shy of the window,   in that one spot where the sun seem to stay almost the entire day,  and the half blood is not sure whether to be amused or annoyed at its persistence.     dark head bends over parchment again,  as ink tries to capture the elegance of the feline.   well,  it is an inspiration, that’s for sure.          ❝  well,  persistent you are,  i’ll give you that.   ”     he mutters half-heartedly,  with a bemused expression.     ❝   can’t really decide whether to feed you to nagini,  or feed you.    what do you reckon ?   ”    he’s never really liked animals,  save for snakes,   but this cat is actually growing on him. 

                                  DARK HEAD IS BENT over parchment,  quill scribbling feverishly,   occasional glance to check something or other from one of the three books spread out across the table in front of him.     the candles in the library is burning low,   signaling that it is in fact nearing curfew, and tom HAS TO finish this essay before then.    on the other side of the table is luna,  a rather comforting presence in this different time.     the silver raven is rather adorable,  and tom feels calmer around her,  her voice drifting through the haze homework seems to wrap him in.    usually he can block it out,  fire off a few off-hand comments  every now and then.    only this time his head snap upwards to direct a rather confused glare at her,  dark brows narrowing.        ❝  er …..  i beg you pardon ?  ”