Family can be a complicated and dangerous topic which is why I'm so surprised I could categorize all of my family through a Harry Potter identity. First of all, there's me. Hello, everyone, I'm Luna Lovegood. I make nonsense out of sense and sense out of nonsense. Then there's my mom, Molly Weasley. She's caring, makes the most with what she's got, and would do anything for her family. Seriously, Bellatrix, you're going down. My dad, James Potter, died a while back. It was something of a tragedy. He was the trouble-maker, leader of the pack, eternal party animal (I mean everyone knows about that time at the Shrieking Shack...) but he turned into a good man in the end. In the end. My uncle, Sirius Black, was kind of a dumb-shit as a kid but he transformed into the family protector. Kind and intelligent, he watches over the lesser of us, like young Harry, my brother. He's the smart idiot who breezes through life with the promise of destiny and the continued re-occurrence of Lady Luck. (Seriously...his good luck is astounding). My aunt, Madame Rosmerta, looks after her husband and her flock with good grace and charm. She runs an immaculate, well-rounded, and well-loved household. Her child, my cousin, resembles both Fred AND George, mischievous and charming to off-the-scale levels. Fleur Delacour, my other cousin, frolicked through life and hardship (the Triwizard Tournament was brutal!) with a strong chance of success and then fell into the arms of a good man. My other aunt, Nymphadora Tonks, battles through her life in a whirlwind of bad ass action and wild personality and cleverness despite the losses she's had to endure. Her sister, Sybill Trelawney, flickers on the stranger side. She is more than competent in her art, although she doesn't know it, and has a fragile heart that could shatter at any moment. (So BACK OFF Umbrige). My Grandma lives in her own little world of misery and self-confinement, blaming others for her problems. We try not to call her Moaning Myrtle but...you know. Her husband is much more reserved. Olivander hardly says a word, but he has such wisdom and such stories to tell.
Well...there you have it. Now all I need is some permanent Spell-O Tape and I could post it to the wall.
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