 46 – Dungeon
Luna was concentrating. Very hard. Her eyes were scrunched up (which was a rarely-used face for her) as her paintbrush moved across the canvas.
“What’s that?” Neville asked her, mystified.
“A dungeon.”
“A dungeon?” He surveyed the picture. “The colors are too bright for a stone dungeon! And why are there flowers growing on the walls?”
Luna didn’t lift her eyes from the canvas. “My dungeon is a bright dungeon.”
“Then it wouldn’t be a dungeon at all,” Neville reasoned, chuckling.
“Well, all you odd people wouldn’t think so, but ones without a narrow mind would understand,” Luna said matter-of-factly.
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