Luna brings you up to her face, her teeth displayed in a massive smile of excitement."Yes!" she exclaims, "I finally caught one! Now I can prove to my friends that you do exist!" her smile doesn't fade, not even for a second. Without saying another word, her hand rises to breast-level and she simply deposits you in her breast pocket without a thought about the fact that you're a living creature (person!!!) and aren't simply just some object. You can't find footing in the pocket, especially once Luna starts walking. Instead, you lie at the bottom, annoyed because your attempt to be rescued has failed miserably. You tried to get Luna's help and instead you're mistaken for some weird creature her and her father fathomed. Now she's going to go show you to her friends just to prove that you exist. Which you do, but the stupid Zimbogglewhatsits don't. Oh gosh, you think, she's not going to make me a pet, is she? You can only hope she's just going to show you to her friends and then set you free so you can pillage dreams or whatever it is she thinks you do.
Luna finally reaches her destination, and her small (not to you!), feminine fingers wrap around your body and pull you out of her pocket.
"Look, girls! I told you Zimbogglers were real!"
Before you were three very surprised girls, about Luna's age. They all look very intrigued by your existence.
But what house are they from?
Are they inquisitive Ravenclaws, like you and Luna? Might they recognize you, even? Or perhaps they'll just want to perform experiments on you!
Or are they conniving Slytherin, keeping Luna around to laugh at her behind her back, and ready to torment you just because they can?
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