#devilwakes

“hello ronald!” luna called out as she step foot into the male’s place. there’s a little skip in her step and a hum falling between her lips. stopping right at the middle, she turned on her heels and held out a basket, “i made cookies and thought you would like some! also...” she pulled out two flower crowns from the basket and a bright grin took over her face, “i made these for us! you would look lovely in it for sure!”

“half sounds like someone i once knew. except he just drinks alcohol. sometimes he just fucks anyone that breathes.” definitely not talking about damon salvatore. okay, she was. lexi mused as she glanced down at the mug in front of him then back at the male. “i mean, i guess that’s one way to live. just don’t die and you should be good.”

luna was way out into the snow ahead of ron. giggles escaping her lips as she nearly tripped over. she may seem childish to the public eye, but luna was enjoying the simple joys in life. it only took her seconds as she spun on her heel and fell back onto the snow. a few pieces falling onto her face. “come join, ronald! our snow angels could be best friends!” she beamed as she started moving her arms and legs back and forth. a bright grin plastered on her features.

“oh my god, i think i’m about to lose my mind.” the red head mumbled to her best friend, and herself, before plopping herself onto the sofa. exhaustion taken over her features. “i didn’t realize how exhausting it was to buy so many christmas gifts all at once.. and have these crazy mothers attack me for no god damn reason. it’s not my fault that some of my friends enjoy childish things.” then she lifted her head to look at the other, “can i just spend the night here? i’m too tired to go anywhere else.”

if draco wasn’t working with hermione, if he wasn’t getting on so well with harry, he wouldn’t be anywhere near as patient. “because your mood is down? ...no, upset, like overturned, is a symbolic word for a physical action. topsy-turvy, if you must.”