Luna Lovegood
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(8/24/05 5:31 pm)
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Luna Lovegood
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Name: John
Contacts: AIM: Farobservr, MSN: Dalrint@hotmail.com, Email: watermage@aol.com
Age: 23
Code: Rita Skeeter
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Name: Luna Lovegood
Nickname(s): Loony Luna
DOB: June 14th
Blood: Pureblood
Previous School/House: Luna graduated from Hogwarts. She was in Ravenclaw
Occupation: Assistant Editor-in-chief of the Quibbler
Subject To Teach: Charms
Qualifications: Luna took to charms as easily as she took to the Defense against the Dark Arts spells that Harry taught the DA. While not quite as fast at absorbing them as say, Hermoine, she rarely left a class without mastering the charms they had been instructed to learn, and it never took her more than two or three days to do so. She is a bit absent-minded and laid back, but she has been told that, when focused, she is very good at getting her point across to others.
Physical Appearance:
As a teen, Luna was most often described as ‘a bit peculiar’ by those she encountered. She left her long blonde hair to drift around on its own, only moving to control it when it fell in front of her face, and she tended to wear clothing that never matches, and often seems simply tossed on. But mostly people think she is odd because of her startlingly blue eyes that seemed to be one moment completely lost to the world and the next so sharp and interested that they could cut glass. And age, to be honest, hasn’t done much to fix this.
At a whopping 5’5, she is now three inches taller than when she was at Hogwarts. Luna has become one of those pretty people who is completely unaware of it. She lost the last bits of childhood fat, her figure filled out just enough to be interesting, and she continued to let her hair grow as it liked. She dresses in flowing skirts, often blue but sometimes green or black, t-shirts, tanktops, and on occasions where she must, a wizards robe. She always wears a pair of black and red fingerless gloves that were a gift from her father when she passed her NEWTS.
Her dirty-blonde hair hangs down to the middle of her back down, and while she does remember to comb it now, she never bothers to do anything more than that, so it remains a drifting, bouncing, cape-like mass down her back and over her shoulders.
In fact, those who knew her in school would find that she doesn’t seem to have changed at all, except for the fact that she’s grown up, until they saw her eyes. Blue orbs that had once been so flighty and distant to the world around them are observant and piercing, flicking from one point of interest to the next with the keen eye of a trained observer.
At least, until she starts to daydream again. Then her eyes are just as prone to wandering off as ever.
Personality:
Luna is extremely observant, a side effect of spending her entire life with people who constantly tell you to believe in things that no one else can see. She learned, at a young age, to watch everything going on around her, because you never knew when it was going to prove you right. Or wrong, although that outcome was less desirable.
This observant nature gave her the appearance of a very absent-minded person. She was so intent on seeing the entire scene around her, that she’d often miss things like questions being asked to her, or obvious, boring things. In a class room, she might notice how many people are wearing red shoes, or how many flies came through the window, but have no idea what the kid who sat behind her just asked her.
Now, she’s managed to temper both aspects of her nature to the point where she is observant, but doesn’t miss as many of the ‘little’ things. She can hold an entire conversation without losing interest in the topic, a fact she is actually rather proud of.
Of course, she still has many of the habits she picked up in her youth as well. She’s not afraid to tell someone when they are doing something she sees as stupid, or even worse, boring, and she often sees a side of issues that other people will ignore. After all, if you don’t believe in Brublefrump Fairies, you aren’t going to understand how they keep stealing your quills, now are you? But don’t worry, Luna will tell you.
She still is not terribly good at making friends, in fact the only people she really considers her friends at this point are two of three of the people who work at the newspaper with her, and even they are only friends of convenience.
The last nine years or so she has spent working with the Quibbler have reinforced her belief in all the things in the world most people would consider fantasy. She still can’t understand why people don’t believe in all the information the Quibbler reports, because she sees all of the information her father receives. Just because a person isn’t an accredited ‘source’, it doesn’t mean they’re lying.
She collects unicorn hair, newspaper articles about goblin conspiracies, and books about the people she went to school with, especially Harry Potter. He’s still the most interesting person she ever met.
History:
Luna Lovegood was born to Hubert and Vanessa Lovegood, a pair of wizards who had met each other through their fascination with rumor and folklore. Her father was the editor of his newly created newspaper, The Quibbler, and her mother was known for inventing spells with surprising results. She created a spell designed solely to catch every mouse in a house, turn it pink, and place it inside a bucket left on a second story windowsill.
Needless to say, Luna’s upbringing was rather strange. When she wasn’t listening to her father discussing all the different strange and mysterious creatures he’d come into contact with, she was watching her mother stand in the center of the room and accidentally turn herself into an ostrich. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, she was a generally happy child.
At least, she was a happy child until the age of eight. She was in her mothers magical lab, watching her attempt to create a spell that would cause destabilization in concrete. The idea was that the spell could be used to liquefy buildings instead of tearing them down, allowing for quicker, cleaner destruction. Something went wrong, although no one has ever quite been able to figure out what, and Luna was forced to watch her mother disappear in an explosion of purple and green fire.
Luna spent two weeks completely silent, not interact with anyone, nor even leaving her room. Her father, between a desire to give her space and constantly having to take care of his newspaper, left her to cope on her own. Luna drew back into the only stable thing she’d ever known outside of her mother, her fathers paper. She lost herself in every issue, reading and absorbing all sorts of information on Grubblymumps, Goblin Conspiracies and everything else a person could imagine.
Once she had read through every single back issue of The Quibbler, she emerged from her room a seemingly healthy girl, if a bit…stranger than she had been. Her father confronted her about her mothers death, but she said that she was doing the best she can. He was surprised at how much she had ‘matured’ in those two weeks.
Still, she seemed eager to help him with the newspaper, and she didn’t appear to be losing herself in her depression, so he let it pass. Over the next three years, she learned to be his unofficial assistant, helping with organizing letters for printing, taking down articles for reporters, and sometimes going out with her father in search of stories.
When she was eleven, she was accepted into Hogwarts, but she did not particularly want to go. It seemed impossible that a boarding school, no matter how many legends there might be able it, could be as interesting as the adventures she went on with her father. Still, he had insisted, and he pointed out that going to school with the legendary Harry Potter might be interesting, so off she went.
She stubbornly refused to get involved in anything. She spent a good half of the year combing through all the books the library had that she could get access to, and even a few she wasn’t supposed to see. When people began turning to stone, she began to pay attention, but only to the extent that observing anyone who happened to come near her allowed. Occasionally she would observe Harry Potter and his friends in the hallway, but other than running about and occasionally getting in trouble, he didn’t seem much different from the other students.
Her second year, she had a class with Ginny Weasley, and the redheaded girl seemed to take a strange interest in the quiet, odd blonde. While Luna wasn’t sure she qualified as a friend, Ginny was at least a break from her books. It wasn’t until she found out that Wesley had been the person to release the creature from the Chamber of Secrets that Luna made any real attempt to return the friendship. Still, Ginny was now more interesting than most of the other students, and her connection to Harry Potter was certainly worth investigating.
Luna’s third year passed much the same way as her second, except for more occasions to observe Harry, thanks to her association with Ginny. She followed his exploits through the challenges, occasionally sending notes to her father about how things were going so he could keep tabs in the Quibbler, and generally just enjoying herself. Between the triwizard tournament, actually having a friend, and observing some of the interesting people, school had finally become something worth being in.
During her third year, she began to enjoy some of her classes more as well. She was particularly good at charms, and divinination held a certain fascination about it. Unfortunately, her ability to see the future was rivaled only by that of certain rocks and plants, so she was never a favored student in the class.
Her fourth year was when things finally began to get interesting. Expecting to continue along as she always did, Luna was somewhat surprised to find herself sitting with Harry Potter and his friends on the train ride to school. While she made no outward attempt, she found herself drawn into their conspiracies and adventures during the year. She joined the DA, which she enjoyed immensely, and was getting quite good at the spells that Harry taught them, and she was the only Non-Gryffindor to help defend the Ministry at the end of the year.
After Harry’s uncle died, she spoke to Harry about the death of her mother and the belief she had developed over the years that she would see her again after she died. Luna herself was not sure when she had begun to believe that, perhaps immediately after her mothers death, but by then it had become such a part of her life that she didn’t question it at all.
With the disbanding of the DA during her fifth year, Luna found herself on the outside of Harry and Ginny’s group of friends again. She began checking her coin every evening, just to see if the DA would meet somehow, and otherwise just tried to enjoy herself. She was asked to be the new Announcer for Quidditch, which she enjoyed despite the constant reprimands from the professors that she wasn’t doing it properly. No one seemed to mind but them, and she kept getting complimented for her interesting spin on the games.
She went to a party with Harry, when he was attempting to avoid a date with some of the girls in the school who had become obsessed with him, and then nothing seemed to happen for a while. She had resigned herself to the fact that the year was going to remain boring when her coin heated up one evening. Luna found herself swept up in the defense of the castle, straight through till the death of Dumbledor.
Her seventh year was surprisingly dull, until the end. Luna was right there with the other students defending the castle when the Death Eaters attacked. She was knocked out early in the fight, thrown down a set of stairs, and awoke in the hospital wing several hours after the battle had ended. The news of the death of the Dark Lord was thrilling, but the carnage of the battle around her left her shaken and scared. Before then, despite all the danger, life had been something of a game. An entertaining, amusing, thrilling game…but still, a game.
As soon as she could, she left the school and returned home. She had passed her NEWTS, and could have done most anything she wanted, but she decided to work with her father at the Quibbler. She spent the last nine years as his assistant, running many aspects of the newspaper and taking over for him when he was ill or out on a fact-finding mission. She did move out, buying an apartment near to her home, and generally became an almost normal girl, except that she still didn’t manage to have many friends.
Six months ago, her father showed up at work with a bag, told her he was leaving for a while, and that he would send word and instructions as needed. And then he was gone. Luna wasn’t surprised, he did this from time to time, but after a month had passed with nothing but notes giving advice about the paper, she began to wonder if something was going on.
Her father never sent back an article, just requests for books to be mailed to different boxes around Europe and Africa, and occasionally with an interesting note about someone he had encounted. Until two weeks ago, when he sent a letter giving Luna specific instructions on what she needed to do next.
He needed her, it seemed, to be in Hogwarts.
Roleplay Sample:
Luna ducked her head as she stepped out of the black carriage, her fingers gripping the edge of the doorframe as she carefully stepped down the small ladder and onto the grass, her boots crunching in the early morning dew. She could have apparated, she almost had to be honest, but there was just something…comforting…about riding from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. It was almost like going home.
Ten Years. She couldn’t believe it had been that long. After everything…after the fighting, after…well, after the dust had settled…she just couldn’t bring herself to go back. Too many bad memories, far too few people she could share the good ones with. She’d passed her NEWT’s and gone home and tried not to think about it. Which had been easy enough, once her father had drafted her into the newspaper business.
Which, in the end, had brought her all the way back here. To memories she didn’t want to think about.
”Miss, don’t forget your bag.”
“Hmm? Oh, yes…” Luna twisted back around to the carriage, offering the driver a little smile of thanks as she stepped back up onto the bottom rung of the ladder and reached in to fish out her backpack, swinging it over her shoulder. She stepped back down and closed the door. “Thank you for the ride.” Her voice was quiet, far more subdued than usual, as she nodded to the driver again.
”No worries, Miss Lovegood. Tell your father Jimny says ‘Hello.’” Luna watched the carriage until it vanished around a bend in the road, a faint smile on her face. It was hard not to be friendly to people as happy as Jimny the Carriage Driver, after all.
She turned back to the campus slowly, her normally cheerful face replaced by a somber, pensive expression. She didn’t want to be here…no matter how interesting it all might be, it wasn’t enough to get past the…everything.
Still…
She slipped a pale hand into the small pocket in her skirt and tugged out the carefully folded square of paper, unfolding it slowly and reading over the quickly-scrawled handwritten text.
“Luna, I need you to go to Hogwarts. Things are getting interesting, might be a connection. Get in however you can. – Dad.”
She sighed and folded the paper back up and slipped it back into her pocket. Wherever her father was, she’d been receiving messages from him since two weeks after he had left. And most of them she’d been quite happy to fulfil…but this was going to be unpleasant. Still, she suspected she could get into the school easily enough.
After all, she was good at charms, and who would suspect Loony Luna Lovegood of having an ulterior motive?
Another faint sigh as she shifted her bag again on her shoulder, then she started through the gates and up towards the ancient castle. Time to see a Weasley about Charms.
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Edited by: Luna Lovegood at: 9/4/05 11:38 am
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