The Little Things that Matter

Drawing and Parchment

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Title: The Little Things that Matter

Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat

Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Prompt: Drawing and Parchment

Eleven Months and Three Weeks BD (Before Dating)

George looked towards the door of the shop again, moving this time to lock it up. Luna had a key to the flat, so he was sure she'd just go through there when she got back. But so far, she had been gone for at least four and a half hours.

She had been ecstatic all day today, more ecstatic than he had been considering it was his birthday. She had had a huge smile on her face all day, and, well, four and a half hours ago she had run up to the flat to get her purse, shouting about going to buy a cake for him and she hadn't come back. He had tried to tell her it was no big deal but Luna, of course, had said, "Twenty-one is certainly a big deal, George."

Twenty-one. He still couldn't believe that he was twenty-one years old, but he was glad he had made it, even if his brother couldn't be here to share it with him. . . .

Speaking of his family . . . George looked up at the clock on the shop wall, seeing that it was almost eight. He was supposed to be over at the Burrow soon for his birthday dinner. He wondered if Luna had planned on going with him or not?

Living with her was actually a lot easier than he thought it would ever be. She was interesting and good for conversation (even if she were a little odd sometimes) . . . and she was a good cook. He would have never imagined that. But, despite her randomness, she seemed to have brought some order to his flat again. It was a good feeling.

"Luna?" he called out, opening the door to his flat. But it was still dark in the room, no Luna. Henley and Hadley mewed somewhere off in the distance, meaning they were probably stuck in Luna's room again. Maybe she was in there too?

George tossed his keys on the counter and moved towards the room. Knocking first, he pulled open the door. "Luna, I—"

George paused, literally frozen in shock. Hadley and Henley took the opportunity to rush on past him towards freedom, but he didn't even care.

He stepped into the room, looking around, still partly in shock. Thousands of pieces of parchment littered the room, under the bed, on top of the bed, on the dresser, on the floor . . . they were everywhere!

But it was the ones Spell-o-taped to the wall that caught George's attention.

Luna could draw, he found out.

Her drawings were really . . . detailed, capturing the faces of all the people she drew. He saw pictures of Harry, Ron, and Hermione . . . the Burrow . . . his dad in his workshop where he kept all his Muggle things . . . his mum in the kitchen . . . she had even drawn pictures of the streets of Diagon Alley, as people came and go. Her pictures didn't move though, as most did, but George had a feeling that she wouldn't ever Charm them to move. Luna liked to live in the moment, liked to remember the moments that were most cherished to her and others. . . . But these pictures were beautiful, even if they didn't move.

George even saw a couple of pictures of the shop, him at work. . . . He moved forward and gently pulled down a picture of him standing at the counter during a slow day. He leaned against the counter, his head propped up on his hand. . . . He was surprised how much the picture looked like him, actually captured his every physical feature, even his eyes. He looked bored, but at the same time he looked like he was thinking over every single detail of his life, which he might have been doing. It was a very good picture.

Luna had a lot of talent.

George heard something clattered behind. Quickly using his wand to stick the picture back to the wall, George spun around heading out of Luna's room and closing the door behind him. Just then, his door opened, Luna backing slowly and quietly out of his room.

"Luna?" he said.

She jumped, spinning around. Paint was splattered all over her cover-alls and the white t-shirt and trainers she wore. There was even paint on her face and in her braided up hair, even if she had pulled it back.

"George!" she said, grinning. "I was just coming to get you!"

"What are you doing?" he asked, suspiciously. "Have you been up here the whole time? I was starting to get worried! I thought you just went out to buy a cake!"

"I did. It's in the cupboard. Oh, but George I've got a lovely surprise for you!"

"Luna, we haven't got time, we're supposed to be over at the Burrow in a couple of minutes. You've got to get changed and –"

"Oh, please, George! It won't take so long. Close your eyes."



Sighing, George closed his eyes. He felt Luna take his hand in hers, pulling him forward. "Don't crash me into any walls or nothing, alright?"

"I wouldn't do that to you, George." I felt her move behind me, her hands on my arms. "Alright, open your eyes."

George opened his eyes and was, for a second time that day, shocked into stillness. Luna was . . . amazing.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes were painted in large bold red letters on the wall opposite his bed, bold streaks of paint exploding silently around the words. Little vials of potions danced around the wall along with pictures of some of his products. Another wall depicted a bunch of flying brooms, flying down into the floor and reappearing at the ceiling. Beaters bats and a Bludgers fought with each other on the wall above his bed, moving around the words George Weasley, written in a nice cursive letters.

"I wasn't sure what to get you," Luna said from behind him. "I hope you like it."

George ran his fingers through his hair. "Bloody hell, Luna."

"You don't like it."

He turned around to find Luna gazing at him sadly. "Oh no. No Luna, I love it. I really do. I've just never gotten a present like this before. It's . . . incredible, Luna. You're a great artist."

She smiled, a light blush coloring her cheeks. "I've been practicing. I was worried you wouldn't like it."

"I do though. I really do."

Luna's smile turned into a bright grin. She ran forward and through her arms around his neck. "Happy Birthday, George."

George liked Luna's hugs, he realized. She hugged him more often, now that they lived together. Her hugs were warm and full, as if she put her everything into the simplest of gestures.

Reluctantly, he gently pushed out of the huge. "Come on, we've got to get ready to get to the Burrow."

Luna grinned again, running out of the room. "I call bathroom first!"

George chuckled to himself. What was it with that girl?

A/N: Hey so I like how the story is flowing. So for those who noticed, I changed BM to BD and changed the date because I realized I should be counting down now, instead of up. Hope no one got two confused. Thanks to all for reading.

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