It was the night of the Yule Ball, and she had to look perfect.

It's been a very long time since afternoons were filled with dolls and tea parties and rainbows, rather than broomsticks and dirt under her fingernails and Bludgers.

Butterflies bathed in rainbows. Luna Lovegood, however, was a moth.

The three of them were sitting before the fire, in the empty scarlet-and-gold common room, when he told them about his plan.

It had become a nightly routine, for Ginny to lay there, listening, as Luna let her mind unfold.

Bit longer than a drabble. Luna tries to decide which house she belongs in.

200-word drabble. Pansy nearly starts a duel with Ginny Weasley, but everything ends up a blur.

(Title changed from "Silver and Gold".) Ginny needs help with her Charms essay, but finds herself distracted by paper wings.

Series of drabbles on lesser characters. Variety of genres, smaller variety of ratings. Chapter One: Fleur Delacour.

Whenever she turned around, there was a frown lurking by, and all she could do was look and remember it.

Luna was a bright girl. She knew how to see what was right in front of her and she could recognise a lie when she heard one.

When she thought about it, she did not truly love all seasons of the year.

Her favourite flower had always been the orchid. It was unusual, and that was the way she liked things.

But honestly, she thought they were pretty. Beige straps and silver buckles...

She smiled and giggled. She never cried.

Everthing is okay. Or at least, she tries to make it appear so.

Every night, they scream at her until she stops looking at them.

The petals fall to the ground, and she stops humming. All that they notice is the quiet.

You've always been told not to care. Taught not to notice, and they think you don't.

Hermione's never been an artist. But here in the library, she creates quite a painting.