KEEP GOING NORTH

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Luna asks one day.

It’s one of those lazy summer afternoons on a picnic blanket in the field a little way from their house, a stream running on one side of them and a gnome infested hedge on the other. Blue - and potentially vampiric, although Harry still isn’t completely convinced on that one - dragonflies fly about, but other than them, it’s very isolated and peaceful. Luna brought out a little watercolour set with her, drawing from the landscape, and Harry is lying on the ground, playing catch with a snitch and cloud-watching. 

“Would I what?” He asks, having not properly heard her the first time.

“Would you love me, if I was a worm?” Luna asks seriously, making eye contact in that unblinking way of hers. Harry sat up, and after a split second of wondering if he’d heard right, realised that this was an easier question than he’d initially anticipated. 

“Of course,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. “I’d keep you in a little terrarium and feed you lettuce every day. And never have to eat freshwater plimpy stew again…” 

“Daddy says that if you eat enough fish, you can breathe underwater.” 

“We’ve got gillyweed for that,” Harry pointed out. He liked the stew really, but he couldn’t think of many positives of Luna turning into a worm. He told her as much, and she smiled, and they continued with their peaceful summer day, together. 

I remember being a child watching the movies and loving every scene where harry and luna hung out. It always seemed to be so peaceful for Harry. I think she grounded him in the world that seemed so whimsical and brought him comfort.

And he’s been thinking! Which, really worries me.

Bonus:

It occurs when we're not focusing on external (visual) stimuli and allows us to take a wider view of the world, making connections and solving problems.