The golden snitch:
The Golden Snitch
Ollivander's Wand shop:
Length: 13 inch-write about a Ravenclaw
The Golden Snitch:
Through the Universe:
Lunar Eclipse: Luna Lovegood
Year: Prefect 1 stand in
Category: Short Story
"I'm here," Luna Lovegood whispered as she walked into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Luna had received a note to meet someone there, but she didn't know who had asked her to come.
Luna had read the note several times, but she still did not recognise the handwriting. So, going into the meeting Luna was being very cautious; Voldemort might be gone now, but people who supported him in one form or another (forced and not) were at the school, and could attack her because she had been in the rebellion.
Seeing no one was going to jump out just yet, Luna crept into the bathroom a little more, looking around for the mysterious sender of the note. She had one hand in her pocket around her wand; the ex-Death Eaters seemed fine and reasonable people, but she could never be sure. Luna had been especially cautious since she had been kidnapped the year before.
Luna walked around the whole bathroom, but no one was around; not even Moaning Myrtle! Although Myrtle had a ghost who hung around the Ravenclaw tower whom she liked.
Luna sat down against a wall and decided to wait. She would wait for ten or so minutes before she went back to the tower. Luna did not see why she should wait that much longer since whoever it was was late, and they were the ones who had requested to meet up at this late hour.
A few minutes later, the dirty-blonde looked up at the sound of a door opening. She was surprised at who she saw.
"Ginny?" Luna asked, confused but relieved.
"Luna, hi," Ginny replied.
"Why here and why now? Are the Nargles infesting you? And why couldn't I recognise your handwriting?" Luna asked as she stood up.
"No, the Nargles are fine," said Ginny slowly. "I got Draco to send it to you. I have some news: I'm going to get married."
"Really? Very good! Do you need me to plan the wedding?" Luna asked, getting excited.
"Slow down, Luna! Don't you even want to know who I am marrying?" Ginny asked, surprised.
"I know it's not Harry, and I'm sure I'll find out soon enough," Luna said. Then she went chirping on about how Ginny should wear dark blue, and the bridesmaids should also wear blue.
"Well, can I tell you?" Ginny asked, interrupting Luna.
"Oh, fine." Luna nodded.
"Well, it's Draco Malfoy," Ginny said awkwardly.
"Oh! Light blue would look just as nice!" Luna said brightly.
"Augh," Ginny said facepalming. But she felt relieved that Luna was not bothered by this new revolution.
"What's the matter?" Luna asked. She could not quite see the problem with any of it, and certainly not why Luna needed to find out at twelve at night.
"Well, what is everyone else going to say?!" Ginny cried.
"Does it matter? If they don't agree, just elope; Malfoy would have plenty of money to live off," Luna said, smiling.
"I suppose you have a point," Ginny nodded.
"Now, do you want me to plan the wedding? I have a great idea for it," Luna asked.
"Okay," Ginny said.
Luna nattered on about things that could be done for Ginny's wedding. Ginny mostly just listened, but Luna was happy that she did put in a bit every now and then.
As Luna sat on the sidelines watching Ginny and Malfoy, or Draco, as her friends were starting to call him now, Luna smiled: She was happy it had gone well, and relieved; she had always wanted to plan weddings, and having her first one go off without a hitch was great. It was a simple but beautiful ceremony, and now everyone was having fun at the party. She would try something more exotic next time. Draco had not been so sure about Luna for the planning, but after inquiring and seeing some past weddings that other wedding planners had done, he decided Luna would be fine.
Ginny had worried about the reaction from their friends and families, and they were very shocked to start with — people such as Ron had been a bit angry, but they had all gotten over it and now they were on the floor dancing. She said at the time she was just relieved they had not stopped talking to her and had not tried to forbid her from seeing him.
"Hi, Luna." Luna looked up and saw it was Harry talking to her.
"Hi, Harry. It's nice to see a Nargle-free party," Luna said.
"Yes, it is," Harry said chuckling. Then he asked, "Would you like to dance?"
"Sure," Luna smiled as she stood up.
Harry led Luna to the dance floor where they danced the night away.