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(adj.) unfamiliar, rare, strange,
and yet marvelous

EXAM WEEK WAS UPON THEM AND LOUIS WAS PARTIALLY SURE THAT HE HAD PASSED HIS.     He had practically memorized the entirety of his Astronomy textbook front to back and cover to cover so he pretty much had his exam in the bag. He told all of this to Luna at breakfast, who took note of how much more chipper he was than he had been last week.

    "I'm pretty sure I passed my Astronomy exam last night so that gives me something to smile about," Louis replied, smirking at the fair-haired blonde.

    "You know what else you can smile about? Slughorn's party," Luna reminded him, "do you have anything to wear?"

    "I. . ." Louis trailed, trying his best to remember if he had packed any semi-formal clothing into his trunk. Remembering that he hadn't packed any because he hadn't expected to be going to a private party at school any time soon, he finally answered, "No."

    "Not a problem, then. I'm sure you'll find something marvelous." Luna smiled brightly, reassuring the brunet. Louis couldn't help but smile in return, knowing that Luna always managed to brighten his day, even though it was just on the cusp of beginning. And with it being exam week, it gave Louis a little extra free time to do whatever he set his mind to, whatever his heart desired. There wasn't a lot on his list of things to do besides read, write, and the occasional Quidditch practice, however, since those were the three things he loved most, he was willing to do them. It had been built into his system, molded into a routine of reading throughout the day and writing into the night, doing his best not to disturb the other students with his constant pen-against-parchment scratching.

     If someone had to ask Louis if he could pinpoint why he had started writing, he couldn't quite tell them due to the reason that he had just done it out of nowhere, not really having a reason to pen all of thoughts save for the eternal joy that it brought him whenever he wrote. His mother had argued that he had started doing it as a coping mechanism for his father's leaving as a way to properly express all of his inner rage without magically setting something in the house aflame. If he had tried to find any of his older journals, he wouldn't have been able to find them because he had tossed them all, not wanting to revisit any of those emotionally traumatic memories.

    Now, now it was different. The material he was thinking of, the words he was putting to the parchment, it was all different. He had someone in mind when he wrote and he didn't know whether or not they were to thank or to blame. It was beginning to feel like the former.



It was as though it were beginning to feel like clockwork, Draco finding and seeing Louis on the couch and in front of the fireplace with whatever book in his hands every night. It was too cold to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower this time of year so this was what he had settled on, something more comfortable than the cold, concrete confines of the Tower.

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