Moon Woman
In a flash, both of them are on the third floor overlooking the Whomping Willow—not that Lucia would know, she only knew because Moon mentioned it. The place was quiet, there were only the hooting of owls, the clicking of crickets and the occasional breeze to hear. “Where are we going, Moon?” She asked trying to make her strides longer to catch up with him despite being tall as well. “To the Owlry, I don’t suppose you already have an owl, Lusha?” She grunted, simply annoyed at being called someone else’s name. “My name is Lucia, not Lusha. It’s Loo-sea-yah,” she enunciated.
Moon stopped walking and gave her a pointed look. “It’s hard to pronounce for British people.” She bit the tip of her tongue with her right canine teeth. “What are you saying?” She said impatiently. He decided that he liked seeing her angry. “I am British! My mother went to Hogwarts, you git.” Moon observed her lose her patience and he laughed at her face, “You’re really funny.”
He continued walking towards the stone path to the Owlry. “I’ll think of a nickname for you.”
Lucia grunted, “Or use the name my mother gave to me perhaps?”
“No, mate. I’ll be your new mother—“ She made a confused face, making him double over and laugh. “I’ll call you Lilith.”
Apparently he was not the only one who studied old, dying languages. “As in moon woman?” He looked at her sideways, “I was going to say it meant ‘Woman of the night’ or ‘Woman in the cloak of night’.” He looked rueful, “I can’t believe you’re smart too. ‘Moon woman’?” He spat, “It was all romantic until you had to say it literally.”
Lucia snorted, “Romantic?” she grabbed his arm and he stopped walking. “There’s nothing romantic going on between us.” She said it in a bit of a defensive manner and Moon only looked at her green, burning eyes.
“I don’t mean it like that.” He complained and whisked his wand into appearance, “Accio.” A quill and parchment paper appeared and he started writing against the wall.
“You’ve already learned the Summoning Charm and Apparition?” She crossed her arms with irritation. But Moon didn’t answer, they stood in silence until he finished his letter and folded into a yellow envelope with his initials on it: R. A. S.
“George and Cole learned it with me. We’re like the trio of power here in Hogwarts.” He shrugged as he found his owl, it had a small anklet with a bell and a name plate.
“You named your owl, ‘Plant’!” Lucia watched him put the small envelope on Plant’s beak and let him out the Owlry.
“Yes.” He grabbed her forearm again and apparated to the Commonroom. It was empty saved from the crackling fire on each ends of the room. “I wanted to take you on a tour, but I suppose we can do that in the morning.” He revealed a cloak under his robes. “The invisibility cloak can’t fit a lot of people—“ He led her to a staircase in the far right of the Commonroom, “and we’re both tall. We’ll get caught. This staircase leads to Gryffindor quarters, you and George share a room, your initials are carved on the door. Good night, Lilith.” He turned around and walked down the stairs towards the Commonroom again. “Plant’s feet have green feathers, when he’s on the ground, he looks like a plant. That’s why I named him like that.” He added.
She couldn’t process him grabbing her arm without permission. But she let the anger go. “I have questions.” She descended from the stairs after she had a quick debate with herself “How did you know I’m Malfoy? What does R. A. S. stand for? Can you teach me how to Apparate? And why would you call me Lilith?”
Moon smiled because he was glad they could still talk. “I guessed, I had the feeling you were a Malfoy, and your earring proved my hunch.” He said, “R. A. S. is my initial: Rubeus Alastor Scammander. And yes, I can teach you how to Apparate.” Moon laughed, he guessed she would be too intrigued to try Apparition to not have him teach her, “I called you Lilith because that’s how we first met, under the moonlight, remember? The moon shone really well earlier.” He answered all in a breath. “But you, how did you know I’m a Potter, Lilith?”
“You’re quite famous. I read your name in the newspaper. You won several House Cups because of Quidditch and George as well.” She climbed up again, rearranging her bag on her shoulder. That wasn’t the whole story, however. She adored Quidditch as much as she adored Hogwarts’ delectable pecan pie, and of course, when you fancy Quidditch, you wouldn’t miss the name Moon Lovegood on the newspaper.
“I can teach you Quidditch to if you want.”
“No thank you. I’m good.” She casted a side-glance on him before disappearing around the staircase. “Goodnight, Moon.”
Little did he know, the uncontested Seeker that he is could finally have his match.
“Goodnight, Lilith.” Moon said with his back turned from her and she would not see him smiling, he might just bother Cole tonight for some added fun.
Sure enough, he found Cole with his nose in a book and a ginormous pile of books beside him.
“Mate,” he called. Seeing how Cole was busy, Moon knew he had to distract him from reaching his academic goals and potentially ruin his grades. So he sat on the actual table and set his feet on the chair next to him.”
“I’m studying.” Cole responded.
“For what? Owls?” He closed Cole’s book and gave him a candy cheekily. As though he could bribe him with a single piece of sugar wrapped fancily and his angelic smiling. “Oh yeah that’s for next yeat, innit?” He grinned.
Cole sighed, and shot daggers from his eyes. He was studying for Owls. “You said you’d join me.”
“Come on, I have a story.” Moon whined.
“I’m guessing you like that Malfoy girl with that incredibly black hair and green eyes that drown everything out and makes you feel okay when the night is hard.”
“And cold?” Moon suggested.
“Yes, that.”
Cole rolled his eyes, took his selfish piece of candy and placed it inside his mouth. “I’m right, am I not?”—Moon shook his head— “Then tell me.”
Moon told him about meeting her in the room of requirement and all the things that followed. “Don’t you think we can have her as our friend?”
“Oh please.” Cole held up his hand, “I think George and I can both agree that you just like her.”
“I. . .” Thinking how he was going to say it, he trailed off.
“Don’t you dare tell me that you’ve already kissed her!” Cole raised his voice.
Moon contorted his face. “What rubbish are you talking about? I have a girlfriend!”
“A fucking what?” George appeared to be listening for a while, she dropped her books next to Cole’s pile. Her homework was all past due date, but she knows she can ask her professors to help her adjust, after all she’s a Quidditch superstar.
“I’m dating Midge Riverson.” Moon said with a proud smile.
“That seventh year SLAG?” George exclaims.
“Oi, I don’t appreciate you calling my girlfriend a slag.” Pointing a finger at George. “You don’t know her.”
“Oh hell yeah I do.” George crossed her arms around her chest and pushed aside all her and Cole’s books to release her big tub of vanilla ice cream. “I know her, she cheated on Sam Birch, on Arnelle Pinescrew, on Shale Locket, on Oliver Cricket and basically everyone she dated, you idiot.”
“Well, she hasn’t cheated on me so,” Moon shrugged and they both tried to punch him but he dodged.
“You are such an attention Seeker.” Cole shook his head. “Snitches aren’t enough to seek eh?” George garbled her laugh in vanilla ice cream and Moon rolled his eyes.
“At least I’m not tasteless.” Moon said, “Like George her for example, eating VANILLA ICE CREAM as if it’s the tastiest thing on Hogwarts. INSIDE THE LIBRARY,” He said, making sure Master Cork, the librarian would hear.
“Bitch!” She exclaimed and the three of them raced to shove their stuff into their bags and exit the library without being caught.
While running out the library George asked, “You just hit on a girl and now you’re dropping a bomb on her that you have a girlfriend? You even gave her a nickname.” She rolled her eyes all the way back to her eye sockets. “You’re gonna break her poor heart.”
Cole looked between the two of them, “You gave her a nickname? I thought that was an ‘us’ thing.” He sneered at Moon but he ignored his scowls.
“No, I’m not going to break her heart, George.” Moon groaned. “She doesn’t even like me!”
A mischievous smile appeared on George’s face, “Oh yeah, she really doesn’t like you.” She nodded, “I talked to her before I sneaked out.” She licked her spoon “She doesn’t sound interested in you at all. Yikes.” She scoffed while suppressing a laugh, “No offense, but she seems like a lady you can never impress.”
“What’s she like?” Cole asked.
“She’s really nice actually. She hates studying which I like too. She was transferred here because Trelawney sent her an owl saying she wanted her here.” They finally stopped running as they reached the farthest stairs Hogwarts have where nobody really hangs out. “She declined but Trelawney was persistent, she really wanted her here. Apparently she has a prophesy to fill. So Lily—“ George paused to eat another bite of her ice cream, “Was it Lily?”
“Lilith!”
“Ah yes, Lilith. Lilith declined a lot of times, she told me she could not afford to move continents. She’s from Asia—I mean obviously—and she was studying in Subli which was a small wizarding school. Trelawney, on the other hand, found about Lilith’s financial struggle so she offered to find Lilith a sponsor and pay for her expenses here. And now she’s here.” George once again dived into her tub of ice cream. “She would also probably stay here during holidays, she requested that very specifically. Lilith hates her foster aunt.”
“Foster, George?” Cole asked again. “She’s an orphan?”
“Yeah, she is. I’m guessing they’re really bad. She doesn’t look like someone that you could just shake up you know? We saw that the first time we saw her. But when she talked about her foster aunt she really hated it.”