Mokaintheflesh

The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall was overcast that day. Only Luna really took notice of it, however — she craned her neck and gazed up, blissfully unaware of the stares she'd begun to attract. The cloud formations were really quite lovely. The other Ravenclaws around her merely glanced at her and then dismissed her behavior as typical for "Loony" Lovegood. A Hufflepuff or two looked up as well but became bored almost immediately — whatever was on that ceiling was of interest only to the strange blond girl. Neville Longbottom and several other Gryffindors turned towards each other and started whispering. As Luna slowly raised

I write because I can I write because I will I write what's on my mind And I write that with a quille No need for memory Or any sign of sin Just some words from my mind And here's where it begins ... I sit in a room of hurt and dispair Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there She seems so lifeless, tired and weak With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps ... They aren't always right They aren't always true They aren't always about me Not all about you ... But they're about something I'm yet to find out what They come from my mind Sometimes from my heart ... I can write of love I can

The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall was overcast that day. Only Luna really took notice of it, however — she craned her neck and gazed up, blissfully unaware of the stares she'd begun to attract. The cloud formations were really quite lovely. The other Ravenclaws around her merely glanced at her and then dismissed her behavior as typical for "Loony" Lovegood. A Hufflepuff or two looked up as well but became bored almost immediately — whatever was on that ceiling was of interest only to the strange blond girl. Neville Longbottom and several other Gryffindors turned towards each other and started whispering. As Luna slowly raised