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Love and Levity by Ozma (PG-13)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Luna/George
Length: 28,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ozma_katiebell
Author Website:ozmafics
Why this must be read:
Luna is becoming of the little black dress of shipper fics in the HP fandom. I've seen Luna paired with Harry, Ron, Charlie, George (as in this fic), Draco, Theodore Nott, and even Snape! Given the right circumstances, Luna could be credibly shipped with many characters. She has a quiet strength and dreamy whimsy that is quite appealing.
I find Ozma's pairing of Luna and George to be particularly effective and enjoyable. Luna's voice rings very true, and since she is probably the most difficult to get right, the story hinges on her correct characterization. George is also canon compliant. Even though we rarely, if ever, see the twins apart in canon, Ozma believably differentiates between Fred and George and builds upon those differences to show us two distinct and unique individuals. The story is told from George's POV, which is somewhat unique. All in all, Ozma does an excellent job of bringing these two secondary characters together in a believable and satisfying way.
* * *
A tranquil voice came from behind George and interrupted his reverie. "Have you protected those rockets from Winged Greebies?"
"What?" He turned to look at the young woman over his shoulder, baffled.
"Winged Greebies," she repeated. "They are attracted to the smell of strontium carbonate."
"Huh?" George wondered for a moment if she was speaking to another person entirely.
"Well, I assume that some of your fireworks are going to be red?" she asked.
"Yes, of course," was his reply.
"Well, strontium carbonate is like an aphrodisiac to them."
"Oh."
"So you’d better make sure they haven’t got to your rockets."
"What would happen?" he asked, intrigued.
"Well, all the red would be gone, wouldn’t it?" she said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I reckon it would." George smiled. For some reason, she was beginning to make sense.
She walked around to stand in front of him, with the rockets in between them and asked, "Do you want me to check?"
"Sure, okay, why not?"
With a wave of her wand, the rockets glowed purple, sending George into a panic. But nothing else happened, and Luna smiled serenely, saying, "They’re fine. Go ahead and finish."
"Right. Then. Uh, thanks, Luna."
"Oh, you’re very welcome, George. I can’t wait to see them. The ones you did two years ago were really interesting. Are these ones going to mate, too? That was my favorite part. I don’t think Professor Umbridge liked them very much, though. Do you think she was worried that they would attract Combustadons?"
"Attract whats?"
"Combustadons," she explained. "They feed on fireworks, and if they had gotten into the castle it would have been really hard to get them out."
"Oh, yeah. Could be." Again, it seemed to make some strange sort of sense, but she was seriously distracting him from his task. He thought he’d better distract her in return if he was ever going to finish. "So, why aren’t you over there dancing, Luna?"
"Oh, I’ve never danced. Well, anyway, not with a partner," she said.
This was a little surprising to George. She seemed to him to be the sort of girl who would dance often, and not always at appropriate times or places. "Really? Haven’t you ever learned?"
Her voice was oddly detached as she replied, "Oh, I know how. Nobody has ever asked me."
George found himself saying, "Hmm, I’ll tell you what: why don’t you go back down and get a glass of punch, and I’ll find you before the fireworks go off and we’ll dance together."
"Really?" Her face lit up. "I’d love to dance with you, George! Padma Patil said that your brother Fred was a very bad dancer and that your brother Ronald wouldn’t dance at all, but she never said anything bad about how you dance. Will it be a fast song or a slow one?"
George suppressed a laugh and said gently, "Why don’t you pick which one you prefer?"
"That’s very nice of you. I’ll see you in a few minutes, George, and by then I will have decided which one I like best."
"I’ll see you soon, then." He watched her walk away for a moment, then returned his attention to the rockets. Suddenly, he noticed her spangled silver robes out of the corner of his eye. She had come back. He looked up.
"You were being serious, weren’t you, George?" she asked.
He wondered what he had done wrong. "What?"
That odd, detached note had returned to her voice. "Well, some boys might think it funny to leave me there waiting for you all night. But even though you like to joke, I don’t think you are that kind of boy."
He controlled the urge to squirm and wondered if he was capable of doing that to a girl. "No, Luna. I want to dance with you."
"Oh, that’s nice." She glided away.
Love and Levity
Pairing: Luna/George
Length: 28,000 words
Author on LJ:
ozma_katiebellAuthor Website:
ozmaficsWhy this must be read:
Luna is becoming of the little black dress of shipper fics in the HP fandom. I've seen Luna paired with Harry, Ron, Charlie, George (as in this fic), Draco, Theodore Nott, and even Snape! Given the right circumstances, Luna could be credibly shipped with many characters. She has a quiet strength and dreamy whimsy that is quite appealing.
I find Ozma's pairing of Luna and George to be particularly effective and enjoyable. Luna's voice rings very true, and since she is probably the most difficult to get right, the story hinges on her correct characterization. George is also canon compliant. Even though we rarely, if ever, see the twins apart in canon, Ozma believably differentiates between Fred and George and builds upon those differences to show us two distinct and unique individuals. The story is told from George's POV, which is somewhat unique. All in all, Ozma does an excellent job of bringing these two secondary characters together in a believable and satisfying way.
* * *
A tranquil voice came from behind George and interrupted his reverie. "Have you protected those rockets from Winged Greebies?"
"What?" He turned to look at the young woman over his shoulder, baffled.
"Winged Greebies," she repeated. "They are attracted to the smell of strontium carbonate."
"Huh?" George wondered for a moment if she was speaking to another person entirely.
"Well, I assume that some of your fireworks are going to be red?" she asked.
"Yes, of course," was his reply.
"Well, strontium carbonate is like an aphrodisiac to them."
"Oh."
"So you’d better make sure they haven’t got to your rockets."
"What would happen?" he asked, intrigued.
"Well, all the red would be gone, wouldn’t it?" she said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I reckon it would." George smiled. For some reason, she was beginning to make sense.
She walked around to stand in front of him, with the rockets in between them and asked, "Do you want me to check?"
"Sure, okay, why not?"
With a wave of her wand, the rockets glowed purple, sending George into a panic. But nothing else happened, and Luna smiled serenely, saying, "They’re fine. Go ahead and finish."
"Right. Then. Uh, thanks, Luna."
"Oh, you’re very welcome, George. I can’t wait to see them. The ones you did two years ago were really interesting. Are these ones going to mate, too? That was my favorite part. I don’t think Professor Umbridge liked them very much, though. Do you think she was worried that they would attract Combustadons?"
"Attract whats?"
"Combustadons," she explained. "They feed on fireworks, and if they had gotten into the castle it would have been really hard to get them out."
"Oh, yeah. Could be." Again, it seemed to make some strange sort of sense, but she was seriously distracting him from his task. He thought he’d better distract her in return if he was ever going to finish. "So, why aren’t you over there dancing, Luna?"
"Oh, I’ve never danced. Well, anyway, not with a partner," she said.
This was a little surprising to George. She seemed to him to be the sort of girl who would dance often, and not always at appropriate times or places. "Really? Haven’t you ever learned?"
Her voice was oddly detached as she replied, "Oh, I know how. Nobody has ever asked me."
George found himself saying, "Hmm, I’ll tell you what: why don’t you go back down and get a glass of punch, and I’ll find you before the fireworks go off and we’ll dance together."
"Really?" Her face lit up. "I’d love to dance with you, George! Padma Patil said that your brother Fred was a very bad dancer and that your brother Ronald wouldn’t dance at all, but she never said anything bad about how you dance. Will it be a fast song or a slow one?"
George suppressed a laugh and said gently, "Why don’t you pick which one you prefer?"
"That’s very nice of you. I’ll see you in a few minutes, George, and by then I will have decided which one I like best."
"I’ll see you soon, then." He watched her walk away for a moment, then returned his attention to the rockets. Suddenly, he noticed her spangled silver robes out of the corner of his eye. She had come back. He looked up.
"You were being serious, weren’t you, George?" she asked.
He wondered what he had done wrong. "What?"
That odd, detached note had returned to her voice. "Well, some boys might think it funny to leave me there waiting for you all night. But even though you like to joke, I don’t think you are that kind of boy."
He controlled the urge to squirm and wondered if he was capable of doing that to a girl. "No, Luna. I want to dance with you."
"Oh, that’s nice." She glided away.
Love and Levity