PHC for Thomas (No more sending in suggestions please) Her blonde hair shimmered in the dull sunlight. The tears that were flowing down her face were almost as bright as her hair, almost making her face as white as a snowflake. Loony! a red-headed figure yelled out. Loony! A dull thump was sounded across the courtyard. Red was splashed onto Lunas angelic face, ruining her perfect features. I stood up, not knowing what my feet were doing. I had no control, I guess that what love does to you. Oh, hey Tom, the Weasley boy said to me. Look! I found a piece of trash just floating around. A smirk spread across Rons face. My fist went flying before I could even think about what I was doing. There was a crack and red fluid gushed from Rons nose, blending in with his red and gold tie. Luna gasped next to me as Ron ran off, leaving a trail of his misery behind him. She glanced up at me, my blank expression frightening her. Thomas? Lunas weak voice questioned me. Will you help me clean up? I gave her a quick nod, rustling my blue and silver scarf that was perched on my shoulders. She grabbed my hand and pulled me away, following the blood trail. * * * Hold still, Luna. The blonde was trying to squirm away from my cold touch. The wet cloth I held in my hand was causing her wounds to hurt, one thing I did not like about helping her. If I had a choice, I would not hurt her. Eventually, I was done. I tried not to wince every time she sobbed or grimaced, but my attempts failed. Thomas? I looked at her, afraid she would be disgusted by me. Thank you, she said. And with that, she lightly pecked me on the cheek and left me to my lonesome. I didnt care that I was by myself though. She had kissed me. Luna had kissed me. By Athenas Badger, Queen of Mending Feels (Please give credit)
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 07:29:21 +0000
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