Novel & Cerita Luna Lovegood Draw

They could create new lives for themselves, be whatever they wanted to be. Whilst we were idly standing around waiting, Luca approached Alpha Bain and I. "Excuse me Luna." I was surprised to realise he'd come over to talk to me and not Alpha Bain. "I apologise that I haven't introduced myself yet. With all the chaos that has happened within the last few hours I haven't really found the right opportunity. I am Luca, Alpha Bain's Beta. It is an absolute pleasure to finally meet you." He summed up whilst bowing his head in a gesture of respect.

I ask him. He frowns and looks ahead of us. “No lie, it no beautiful.” My eyes widen. “How can you say that?” He looks at me and starts crying again. He places his head on my shoulder and whimpers, “I drew it Luna, but she no like and throw way.”

The interns took turns speaking. Alex, with pen and paper, appeared deeply engaged, but only he knew his mind was filled with thoughts of Luna. She wore a lilac sweatshirt, straight-leg jeans, and black canvas shoes—a casual ensemble. Doodling on the paper, he didn't realize until later that he had drawn a small silhouette of a young girl. "Luna, your turn. What are your thoughts?" Luna glanced meaningfully at Alex, who, feeling guilty, covered the drawing with his palm.

That night Luna sat at her desk with colored pencils spread everywhere while moonlight slipped through the curtains. The assignment paper lay open. She began drawing. First came Elias. Tall. Dark suit. Serious face. Then herself beside him. Small hand reaching upward. She stopped. The empty space remained. Her pencil hovered. Slowly another figure appeared. Long hair.Soft eyes.No name.Just gray eyes that looked strangely familiar. Luna stared at the drawing.Her chest felt tight. “I hate her,” she whispered.But the words sounded wrong tonight. She folded the paper quickly and pushed it into a drawer. Still, she could not stop looking toward it.

I rolled my eyes as I sat back on my chair with disappointment. “That’s not true. I wasn’t thinking of chives while you were drawing at all. I haven’t seen anyone who can paint as good as you in this Packhouse, Luna,” the omega replied. “Of course, you would appreciate such a lousy drawing. For an omega like you, how could you possibly appreciate the great arts when you have never even seen them,” I raised an eyebrow in annoyance. “That’s true, Luna, but not even Astrid could draw a perfect circle even if she wanted to.”

She said, "Daddy was actually laughing when you showed him the drawing." "Yes, he was. What about it, Drago?" "That's because he knows you drew the worst. Daddy just didn't want to tell you how much the drawing looked odd and totally different from what he looks like. So, don't get so high hopes." "Hmm. Daddy will never laugh at my drawing. You're just being jealous, okay?" While Luna Malfoy listened to them, all that kept ringing in her head was "Am I dreaming or what? Why are they sounding more like a young adult?" She wondered.

For a moment, the usual hardness in his expression faded as he stared at the drawings. He raised a finger and pointed at the first figure. “This one is the Luna holding Gab,” he said softly. Then he pointed to the figure beside her. “And this one… that’s you.” I stared at the rough sketches on the wall. Even with simple charcoal lines, the drawing somehow captured the protective way I always stood. “And this is Henry,” Julius continued, moving his finger to the next figure. “And these two have to be Alpha Stone and Mr. D. And this one…”

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

LUCIEN The living room was quiet except for the occasional crackle of the fireplace. I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the flames as they danced and licked the charred wood, their golden hues oddly soothing. But my mind was far from calm. It circled back, again and again, to the Luna mark that had appeared on Olivia after our kiss. Why now? I asked myself for the hundredth time, tracing the rim of the glass of whiskey in my hand.

I noticed some of them watching us from afar the last time, but we're too scared to ask their parents if they could join in. I couldn't lie, I was glad to see more kids joining in so they could mingle with others and I was more than happy to get to know them. “What do you think, Luna?” Stanley, one of the recently joined students, walked up to me. I dropped the paper towel in my hand and turned my attention to his drawing of what looked like a dragon. “This is lovely, Stanley. What color would you paint it?” He stared at it for a while, tilting the drawing from one side to the other.