Word: 37. Animagus
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Harry always thought that Luna's animagus would be a nightingale. A brown, unremarkable specimen until it sang. But Luna nearly beaned him one day with her dangly vegetable earrings. Odd, how her insane accesories didn't intrude on his consciousness anymore. When her eyes shone and her mouth smiled and her hands moved as she talked about singing blueberries, she was just... Luna.
He wouldn't've had her any different.
"So?" he asked impatiently, when she exited the examination room, face unreadable. "You did it! What animal are you?"
A beam played around Luna's mouth and broke through. "I'm a Crumple-horned Snorkack!"
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