Post by luna on Jul 13, 2006 15:00:00 GMT
The tones were quiet and stretched apart with long moments of silence. But slowly the notes gathered together, united themselves in a flowing melody. She didn’t know whether it was good or bad, but she didn’t try to name nor label it. It was so easy sometimes. To give in that was and to become a part of something. To lay back and call for something else. To die when your strength failed you and when you feel like a stranger. When you sound like a stranger. Maybe she was one here. But she still sang the wordless tune that came from her lips. It might have been as lonely as the wind howling back to hungry hyenas. Or maybe as pure as a dew-drop falling into a still pond under the moonlight. Perhaps it was ear-shattering like the songs of mermaids above ground. Or inspirational like a phoenix song that created an ache to go and be bigger than sorrow deep inside your heart. Luna didn’t know. She wasn’t even sure she would have wanted to know, but she ignored all the looks she received and sang. One of the notes was high and clear just as the other was low and rugged. But it didn’t matter. The tunes spoke of life. And death. But weren’t those two actually one and the same? Without life there was no death. Without death there wasn’t life. The two were one.
Luna dragged her trunk to the platform and left it there. It was much too heavy for her to be able to lift it on the train. Some the things that had been taken from her during the year had been find it’s way back to her. Luna had found them left in the common room or in the library on the table she was sitting at while she was away to find a book. Some of the things were even left on her bed so Luna had put everything back in her trunk and dragged it here over the ground, not caring if the corners of it became scratched and the brown-squared fabric now had grass-spots on it that would never come off again. For a few fleeting moments Luna looked at her trunk laying on it’s side on the train-platform the notes still spilling out over her uncoloured lips that she had chewed upon earlier today and that still showed teeth-marks. There were things she loved in that trunk. Her Ravenclaw scarf was wrapped around her throat, even if it was a warm day, but her Quibblers, the blue clay vase with colourful stones on it’s sides as decorations she had done herself, her blue pencil and a journal that’s pages she had charmed black so that her blue pencil would show on them. So many things she loved and cared about even if the journal had been stolen from her and returned just this morning with half of it’s leaves ripped out and the rest filled with mean scribblings with the picture of her father she had kept between the journal had been drawn horns, tail and a beard. The thing was still dear to Luna however, even if it was now soiled. It held a memory of how dear it had once been to her before it was forcefully taken from her.
Luna turned away from her things and went past the train ignoring the odd looks she received. She went to the very end of the train smiling lightly at theedge between two wagons as she reached it. Professor Hardy had pushed her on it with a spell and saved her life with it in the beginning of the school-year. Luna stepped past it however and scrunching up her brown skirt that ended right below her knees with the van Gogh-ish sunflowers with mean smiles and fangs embroided on the hem of it. And a white peasant skirt with small pink fairies dancing over it and Luna’s Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around her neck, even if it was a warm day. Climbing up the ladder on the side of the train Luna managed to reach the roof of he train. Luna walked to the center of the wagon while placing her legs directly before each other. She looked at the roof before her. It was a bit warm from the sun and some of it’s black colour had started to come off from some places. Luna smiled a little at this site and sit down cross-legged, folding her hands together in her lap. There had been so many wounds and tears and despair. So much hurt. Luna smiled a small smile to herslef as she raised her head and looked straight up into the sun with her eyes open the notes of the tuneless melody still flowing out of her mouth for those who couldn't cry for themselves anymore.
Luna dragged her trunk to the platform and left it there. It was much too heavy for her to be able to lift it on the train. Some the things that had been taken from her during the year had been find it’s way back to her. Luna had found them left in the common room or in the library on the table she was sitting at while she was away to find a book. Some of the things were even left on her bed so Luna had put everything back in her trunk and dragged it here over the ground, not caring if the corners of it became scratched and the brown-squared fabric now had grass-spots on it that would never come off again. For a few fleeting moments Luna looked at her trunk laying on it’s side on the train-platform the notes still spilling out over her uncoloured lips that she had chewed upon earlier today and that still showed teeth-marks. There were things she loved in that trunk. Her Ravenclaw scarf was wrapped around her throat, even if it was a warm day, but her Quibblers, the blue clay vase with colourful stones on it’s sides as decorations she had done herself, her blue pencil and a journal that’s pages she had charmed black so that her blue pencil would show on them. So many things she loved and cared about even if the journal had been stolen from her and returned just this morning with half of it’s leaves ripped out and the rest filled with mean scribblings with the picture of her father she had kept between the journal had been drawn horns, tail and a beard. The thing was still dear to Luna however, even if it was now soiled. It held a memory of how dear it had once been to her before it was forcefully taken from her.
Luna turned away from her things and went past the train ignoring the odd looks she received. She went to the very end of the train smiling lightly at theedge between two wagons as she reached it. Professor Hardy had pushed her on it with a spell and saved her life with it in the beginning of the school-year. Luna stepped past it however and scrunching up her brown skirt that ended right below her knees with the van Gogh-ish sunflowers with mean smiles and fangs embroided on the hem of it. And a white peasant skirt with small pink fairies dancing over it and Luna’s Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around her neck, even if it was a warm day. Climbing up the ladder on the side of the train Luna managed to reach the roof of he train. Luna walked to the center of the wagon while placing her legs directly before each other. She looked at the roof before her. It was a bit warm from the sun and some of it’s black colour had started to come off from some places. Luna smiled a little at this site and sit down cross-legged, folding her hands together in her lap. There had been so many wounds and tears and despair. So much hurt. Luna smiled a small smile to herslef as she raised her head and looked straight up into the sun with her eyes open the notes of the tuneless melody still flowing out of her mouth for those who couldn't cry for themselves anymore.