The Lovegood Gift and Potential
Lyra was back home for the holidays. She forgot about the constant hum of the liminal. Like subtle white noise, just on the edge of your perception, enough to grate you if you were a newcomer or if you had been to Hogwarts for a year or so.
She found herself feeling homesick even though this was home to her. She missed Hogwarts, she missed Luna, Fleur and Hermione. Even Blaise on occasion. Blaise was exceedingly vain, but they both had not only talent, but determination, by the bucketload. They appreciated that in each other and were often able to see eye to eye on many topics. He had a surprisingly in-depth knowledge on ritual crafting. Most witches and wizards defaulted to spellcasting, with rituals being rare, perhaps for seasonal events in older wizarding families, or even just watered-down versions of what they used to be.
Lovegoods were very secretive in their nature, the wizarding world didn’t even really know much about them outside of Luna and her father, who wasn’t really a Lovegood anyhow.
Blaise didn’t know the truth about her being a seer, nor did even Fleur or Hermione, but they knew her and Luna had an uncanny knowing-ness about them. Often spilling perceptive wisdom, and advices. But more often than not people paid no heed to the wisdom, they just saw the surface of it, with it being riddled with talk of nargles and sifins and what-not. Not to say it was at all just a pile of hippogriff dung, but it was just the way the Lovegoods conveyed the truth as they saw it. Lucky were those who could see past the fancy to the heart of their speech.