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Neville entered the English pub in a suit and tie. He had just gotten off of work at the Auror’s office and wanted to decompress from the work day. He strolled to the bar and sat down. He ordered a fire whiskey and waited for it to arrive. 

What he didn’t expect was to see Draco Malfoy in a booth. He gazed at him, he hadn’t seen him since the battle of Hogwarts, had it been three years already? Getting up, Neville made his way over. 

“ Draco.” he greeted. “ How are you...?” 

                      MEMES.  /  NOT ACCEPTING !

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O’  SWEET  MOON  CHILD  ,  how  your  natural  senses  shines  against  diversity  /  silvery  gaze  pledge  upon  the  horizon  ,  her  soft  spoken  soliloquy  clenched  into  a  fragile  tempo.  a  soft  hum  uplifted  solemn  melody  and  when  the  raven  moves  ,  she  skips  across  the  dirt  and  rubble  ——  her  feet  bare  ,  and  it  sinks  onto  the  ground.  her  astute  senses  listening  to  the  hush  whispers  of  gossips  and  rumors  ,  each  one  directed  at  her  ,  yet  she  pays  them  no  mind.  she  knows  people  think  of  her  as  odd  ,  why  else  would  they  refer  to  her  as  LOONY  LOVEGOOD  behind  her  backs.  but  she  doesn’t  care  ,  she  never  did.  luna  had  always  been  those  remarkable  people  who  was  sincerely  comfortable  with  herself.  she  is  happy  ,  she  believes  ,  even  more  so  after  the  war.  it  changes  people  ,  and  she  was  no  different.

she  has  found  peace  within  herself  /  acceptance  too.

minding  only  to  her  own  business  ,  she  follows  the  beat  to  her  own  melody.  hand  picking  up  stems  of  bluebells  ,  wildflowers  ,  and  daffodils  ,  she  creates  her  own  bouquet.  (  it  is  springtime  now  )  ,  and  she  had  always  carried  to  habit  of  bringing  her  own  flower  arrangements  for  her  common  room.  it  has  been  that  way  ,  since  first  year  ,  and  she  is  glad  to  continue  this  tradition  even  now.  lifting  herself  up  ,  she  continues  down  the  familiar  corridor.  her  feet  touching  the  cold  stones  as  she  navigates  away  from  the  crowd  of  students.  movements  to  the  right  ,  movements  to  the  left  ,  she  cradles  her  flowers  like  an  infant  so  close  to  her  chest.  she  looks  around  ,  and  eventually  her  gaze  captures  the  form  of  the  malfoy  heir.  he  is  alone  again  ,  luna  finds  herself  concluding  as  her  head  tilting  to  the  side  ,  before  making  her  way  towards  him.  

   ❝  hello  ,  draco.  ❞  she  greets  him  with  the  same  dreamy  tone  as  before  ,  her  free  hand  waving  at  him  with  the  same  familiarity  as  ever.  she  knows  it  bothers  him  ,  he  doesn’t  like  it  when  people  he  doesn’t  consider  his  friends  call  him  by  his  name.  however  ,  to  luna  ,  he  was  her  friend  ——  even  if  it  seems  one-sided.   he  is  lonely  now  ,  she  can  see  it  on  his  face  and  even  more  so  when  he   tenses  up  and  attempts  to  ignore  her.  (  he  is  feeling  guilty  too  )  ,  luna  knows  that  looking  at  her  brings  back  memories  of  that  time  in  the  manor  of  his  own  cellar  ,  she  must’ve  looked  rather  terrified  then  ....  and  dirty  too.  

  ❝  you  looked  like  you  needed  a  friend  ,  may  i  sit  with  you  ?  ❞  she  doesn’t  wait  for  an  invitation  and  takes  her  own  seat  right  next  to  him.  ❝  it’s  a  lovely  day  today  ,  don’t  you  think  ?  ❞  her  one  sided  conversation  carries  on  ,  and  she  doesn’t  mind  the  fact  that  he  was  ignoring  her.  she  empathizes  with  him  greatly  ,  and  perhaps  it  was  because  of  that  he  feels  rather  disturb  of  her.  ❝  i  was  picking  some  flowers  today.  many  of  them  just  bloomed  ...  did  you  know  that  freshly  pick  flowers  keep  the  wrackspurts  away  ?  your  head  is  filled  with  them.  ❞

she  doesn’t  need  her  infamous  spectrespecs  to  see  these  invisible  creatures  ,  she  can  just  see  it  on  his  head.  it  fluttering  around  his  thoughts  and  its  fading  away  ,  he  just  doesn’t  know  it  yet.  she  picks  up  a  flower  :  blue  bells  and  pulls  it  up  to  his  view.  ❝  may  i  put  this  on  you  ,  draco  ? i  think  you’ll  feel  better  if  you  do. ❞  she  places  a  single  wildflower  on  the  back  of  her  ear  for  demonstration  ,  ❝  it  doesn’t  look  that  silly  ,  and  it  will  make  me  very  happy.  ❞  she  persisted  again  ,  a  kind  smile  naturally  etch  onto  her  complexion  ,  he  doesn’t  say  anything.  and  she  can  argue  that  he  didn’t  say  no  either.  she  takes  it  as  permission  ,  and  before  long  she  brushes  the  loose  strands  on  his  hair  and  places  the  bluebells  around  his  head.  its  a  flower  crown  now  ,  and  just  like  that  she  feels  the  wrackspurts  disappearing  from  his  head.  

    “if that’s what you want, so be it.” cho failed to see how crying in the dark whilst listening to sad music could be of any use to Malfoy. Being upset and dramatic was a great big waste of time. why not try and see things through a reasonable point of view and work to improve your own character and abilities to be in a better place as soon as possible? “is it about Harry Potter? I can’t believe you’re still bitter about the whole Goblet of Fire event. you should move on, you know? it is what it is. potter is competing, and I am also completely against this idea you had of inciting everyone in school against him. don’t you see how childish all you’ve been doing is?”

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“ speakin’ from experience, huh, malfoy? “ his grin is wide, nary a bother to his tone at the sting in the other’s —— sure, lea might’ve been a gryffindor through and through, but his close friendship with ienzo and isa strongly inundated him against both surliness and rudeness,  making the frankly half-hearted insult roll off his skin like water off a hippogriff’s back.  sharp mirth glitters in his gaze,  green eyes giving the blond a lazy once-over.  really,  he’s just making it too bloody easy,  isn’t he? “ unless that accidental euphemism ya just gave me there wasn’t entirely accidental:  in that case,  i’m impressed.  who knew you had it in you? “

lea’s only half-joking, really.  one week into this shared venture and he’s already started figuring out there’s more to malfoy than meets the eye,  more than the aloof,  prickly and withdrawn man presented to him on their first meeting.  not that he can blame the other for the front ——  he might’ve been a few years lower than potter and his ilk back at school,  he’d had to have lived under a rock for the duration of his education if he hadn’t heard of malfoy’s reputation, the way he used his family’s prestigious name as a throne to sit on and look down on those deemed lesser, until the war dragged that very name through dirt and mud and blood.  he’s heard of plenty of people refusing the man service even now, almost a good decade later.