WHO; Luna, Michael, and Neville
WHEN; Tuesday afternoon
WHERE; Courtyard
SUMMARY; Dancing in the rain
RATING; PG?
STATUS; Incomplete
Bleak. That was the word to describe the day. Rain, clouds, cold. Everything that should have turned a person off about being outside was occuring. Yet, still, Luna sat on a bench in the middle of the courtyard. Her toes, covered by a pair of bright yellow galoshes, were dipping themselves in a puddle by her feet. In, out, in, out. The ripples they were forming, to the girl, were beautiful.
She let out a light laugh. The rain against her skin tickled, especially when it hit her face. Tearing her gaze from the water on the ground, she looked up, closing her eyes. It was easy to imagine a dozen scenarios that were different and more exciting than the one she was apart of. Maybe she was on a ship on the ocean during a frightening storm. Perhaps she was shipwrecked on a deserted island and it was the first rainfall in weeks. Possibly, she was just a child, attracted by the fact that her mummy told her not to venture out in the weather.
She could be anyone, doing anything she wanted. Course, she didn't need the rain to do that. She often dreamt of things that weren't true. But, the rain was definitely a nice addition to her fantasies.
After several moments, she raised her hands, welcoming and beckoning the rain to her. She wanted it to hit her face. She wanted it to drench her almost completely, besides the fact that she wasn't exactly properly dressed for the event. Apart from her rain shoes, she was only clad in her school uniform. Her cloak lay forgotten on her bed upstairs.
Still, her spirits were high. She wasn't cold, simply because she chose not to be. Or not to think on it. Letting out another laugh, she didn't even notice when someone near her cleared his throat.
