𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 / the saddest memory drabble .
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 / @dolors
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 / none !
𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂. / some nights in the cellar are harder than others .
itʻs become a tradition of sorts , between luna and her father , to make bets on raindrops . it was a simple enough game , easily accessible at all times , and quiet enough to be played while they hunkered down to observe whatever creature had caught their fancy . the two of them could sit for ages and watch the water chase itself downward and any time luna won , her father would press a kiss to her forehead and croon ❛ yes , thatʻs my luna ! the brightest thing in the whole sky . cleverer than i by leaps and bounds , ❜ and then —
well , the point of the story there is that luna has always been very adept at finding ways to keep busy .
❝ i think that one is going to win , ❞ luna says , pointing at a water droplet . the walls were often damp and leaking here , like this part of the house was built beneath a bathroom or kitchen . it was a prime spot for this particular pastime .
❝ youʻre a sharp one , miss luna , but clearly the one on the left has the advantage here . ❞ comes the reply , in a voice thatʻs much shakier than lunaʻs own .
she doesnʻt blame him . mr. ollivander is considerably older than she is and likely a lot less used to these kind of situations . luna had umbridge before she had the carrows . mr. ollivander had neither . mr. ollivander flinches when the door at the top of the steps swings open and the voices of upstairs drift downwards . luna does not .
mr. ollivander was right in this , however . the water droplet luna had chosen was much further behind than the one he had chosen . luna merely shrugs . ❝ sometimes , itʻs nice to hope for the unexpected . ❞
mr. ollivander smiled that sad smile of his , the one that luna didnʻt particularly like , and patted the spot next to him on the ground . she happily acquiesced , going so far as to lean her head against his shoulder . spending such long stretches of time with one another did wonders for building a friendship . with no one else around , they took comfort in one another . here , as mr. ollivander patted her head with grandfatherly fondness , luna could almost pretend that she was back at home with her father .
ALMOST , but not quite .
the door at the top of the steps swings open and luna feels mr. ollivanderʻs customary flinch against her hair . she gives his hand a gentle squeeze before she gets up , electing herself to collect their meals . she was the younger one , the spry one , of the two of them and itʻs easier for them both like this .
her head tilts sideways as she tries to listen for whoever was chosen to bring the meals downstairs . itʻs not footfalls that she recognizes . the stride is longer — not the shuffling gait of peter pettigrew , who typically bore this burden . this is a sturdy pace , unrepentant and unhurried and reaching the bottom with a muttered lumos .
luna flinches .
mr. ollivander makes a noise of confusion behind her but luna is frozen by the pair of eyes staring at her through the slats of their cell . they are frigid , icy blue and ringed with gold and with just the slightest hint of laugh lines at the corner and they are so ACHINGLY familiar that the air rushes out of lunaʻs lungs in an instant . for a split second , luna can almost imagine that those are her fatherʻs curious eyes twinkling down at her .
almost , but not quite .
LUCIUS MALFOY goes through the motions of the role pettigrew usually played , unlocking the cell and placing the tray of food at itʻs opening . he carefully steps back out and checks that the door is locked behind him . through it all , he does not raise his wand against her and she does not make him have to .
he spares her one final look that she cannot read before he spins on his heels and walks right back up those stairs again .
the door at the top of the stairs closes softly behind him , much gentler than the slam theyʻre so used to from the others , yet the sound it makes echoes through the empty walls regardless . luna and mr. ollivander flinch in tandem this time . after a moment , luna unfreezes and brings the food over to their spot without a word . mr ollivander tucks in without a question . heʻs very polite like that . luna likes him all the more for it .
they sit together , eating in silence , and watch as the droplet that mr. ollivander had chosen reaches the ground first .
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