Luna---Lovegood

Luna sat on a stone in the middle of the stream, watching the water rush around her. As she stared into it's depths, glittering in the sun, tiny fish flitting about, she saw the flash, heard the screams, over and over again, the hot gust of wind, her father's desperate cries. Death was a strange thing. It was undeniably real, yet so fragile, so elusive. One moment, it was flaunting it's feathers right in front of you, dazzling with it's power to steal the life out of someone's eyes, and the next, it was gone, hardly ever a shadow. Luna wondered what it was like to be with death. Was he good company? Was he a she? Was everything dark and depre