“I made you a flower crown,” Ginny said, holding the carefully crafted ring of violets, jasmines, and bellflowers in her hands, but Luna’s back remained to her.
She’d just spent more than a couple of hours hunting down the right flowers and constructing it, and now Luna was ignoring her. She cleared her throat, but to no avail. Luna was still bent at the waist with her face in the bushes. Ginny sighed, this wasn’t how she’d planned it out. She marched around to Luna’s left and tapped her on the shoulder.
Luna let out a little yelp and stood up straight, looking around wildly with her giant, homemade magnifying goggles. Finally her eyes, giant behind the bulbous lenses, landed on Ginny and she smiled. “Oh, Ginny, hi!” She went in for a hug but was much closer than she realized and ended up crashing into her, knocking the crown to the ground.
“Luna,” Ginny sighed, though she couldn’t help but laugh. “Take these off,” she murmured, reaching up to fiddle with the buckle on the side. Luna gasped as Ginny set the googles on top of the bushes.
“A flower crown!” Luna said, reaching down to retrieve it. “Oh, the Thistle Imps must have left it! It’s so beautiful.”
Ginny brought her hand to her mouth, torn between letting out a laugh or an aggravated sigh. “Luna, no,” she said softly, gingerly taking the crown from her. “No, I made it.”
“Even better! It’s very well done! And these colors will look so wonderful with your hair. Though, I think maybe if you could find some baby’s breath-”
“I made it for you.” Ginny’s tone was a little more clipped than she intended, but Luna didn’t notice.
“For me?” Luna asked, sounding as touched as she would have if Ginny had built her a house made of gumdrops. She reached for it, but Ginny held it back.
“I made it for you but… well-” Ginny swallowed and took a deep breath. “If you wear it, that means you’re my girlfriend.” Luna’s eyes widened for a moment and Ginny waited for what felt like a year before Luna smiled and ducked under the crown. She softly lifted her head into it and stood up, pushing her self onto her toes so that they were face to face, and kissed Ginny quickly on the lips.
She smiled. “I kind of thought I already was,” she chirped. Then it was Ginny’s turn to kiss her.
1.cherry wine - hozier // 2. nothing - lewis watson // 3.you - keaton henson // 4.only love - ben howard // 5.holocene- bon iver // 6. slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer // 7.bones - ben howard // 8. work song - hozier // 9. sweetheart, what have you done to us? - keaton henson // 10.stay - lewis watson // 11.from afar - vance joy // 12. first day of my life - bright eyes // 13. we all die trying to get it right - vance joy // 14. latch (acoustic) - sam smith // 15. cough syrup - young the giant // 16.for emma - bon iver // 17.we found each other in the dark - city and colour // 18.make it to me (stripped) - sam smith // 19.skinny love (cover) - ed sheeran // 20.let it go - james bay // 21.tenerife sea - ed sheeran // 22.your body is a wonderland - john mayer // 23.hold back the river - james bay
I was thinking that after being found Graves probably needs a bit of recovery time and this one odd little mooncalf takes to him Graves is recovering in Newts bed in his little shack where Newt sleeps sometimes if hes busy working. Next thing this FACE with giant eyes peers over the side of the bed and Newt comes running in after it ‘Out you get come on, shoo, back to your moon’ but it keeps coming in Then one round Newt arrives in to see a weak Graves leaning over the side with an arm cupped under it trying to pull it up because its been trying but it has tiny legs. Newt sighs and scoops it up and lays it on the bed and then WHUMP it just flops its head on Graves chest and goes to sleep Newt’s magizoologist mind is like 'I MUST DOCUMENT THIS’ But also 'is he hurting you?’ So Newt ends up putting a few buckets down as steps so Graves wont hurt himself and so bub can climb up
Because imagine being Graves - where no one knew you well enough to realise you’d been replaced Would you want to go back to working with those people? He just needs a vacay with Newt in his suitcase while he recovers his strenght
“When Harry was probably only one year old he’d be laying on the floor with Max, or join him in his basket, all blond hair and giant blue eyes, then would suddenly take his dummy out and pointedly shove it in the dog’s mouth instead, like something of the Simpsons. Max looked somewhat puzzled but sort of let him get on with it. Harry has that way about him.”
“I believe very strongly in acting as an expressive art, not a communicative one. It’s more akin to abstract painting. When it becomes literal, it dies. Because the camera only sees, it doesn’t dictate anything. The audience wants to experience someone seeing and feeling, not judging, not being ahead of it, just expressing their humanity, regardless of what the role is.” x