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Date: July 22, 2001
Time: Afternoon
Location: Diagon Alley
Characters Involved: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger ect.
Rating: PG?
Luna had spent the months since Seamus’ marriage hiding with her father. Perhaps it was a cowardly thing to do, but sometimes being a coward was not a bad thing. It kept the hurt from bubbling to surface. It allowed time for it to heal to just a dull, old ache that was remembered when it rained or the barometer dropped low. She had spent the time researching, working for the Quibbler, writing articles under a pseudonym for the moment. It wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to openly express defiance and disrespect to the acting government. They would send Lethifolds to devour you in your sleep, anything to silence the voices of the honest citizens that could inform others. The Minister kept them as pets. They were extremely deceptive creatures, looking like shadows and blankets and anything non-threatening until you were asleep. Then they would devour you, bones and all.
There was no need for such an unpleasant type of death over politics. She was careful for now. It wasn’t a safe place, not by far, even with insane werewolves, murderers, and convicted criminals on the streets of London. It was safer during the day. She walked through Diagon, still wearing her radish earrings after so long. Still wearing the cork necklace, still firmed in her beliefs. Luna had changed though, long gone were the days of stashing her wand behind her ear, it was firmly placed in her belt now. She had matured and some of her spaceyness had vanished with age. She was still easily distracted and she still had her obsurd times, but she knew that things were not always as they seemed. She stood for a long time outside of the Finnigan’s pub. She looked across the street to the place that supposedly belonged to his new wife. Her focus seemed to shift to a book cover in the window, watching the fairies flit across the cover.
Fairies were extensively rude little creatures. They would often steal anything shiney. Once they had tried to steal her raddish earrings. She had sent them fleeing with a bat bogey hex and some rather rude comments in a language she didn’t understand. But the implication was enough. The spell was broken with a blink and she turned her attention back to Finnigan’s. It had curtains over the windows, those half sorts that you saw in bistros, no doubt Mrs. Finnigan’s decoration. Mrs. Finnigan. Her father had encouraged her to get on with her life and get away from it all. Some part of her still hurt a little that he had moved on so fast and well. Perhaps she was just lonely, but she was used to being alone.
She was used to being the person that was brushed by on the street. Her eyes searched the windows, yet seemingly didn’t find what she was thinking was there. Thankfully Diagon wasn’t very busy yet, or she would have been run over, spacing out there in the walk.
Time: Afternoon
Location: Diagon Alley
Characters Involved: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger ect.
Rating: PG?
Luna had spent the months since Seamus’ marriage hiding with her father. Perhaps it was a cowardly thing to do, but sometimes being a coward was not a bad thing. It kept the hurt from bubbling to surface. It allowed time for it to heal to just a dull, old ache that was remembered when it rained or the barometer dropped low. She had spent the time researching, working for the Quibbler, writing articles under a pseudonym for the moment. It wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to openly express defiance and disrespect to the acting government. They would send Lethifolds to devour you in your sleep, anything to silence the voices of the honest citizens that could inform others. The Minister kept them as pets. They were extremely deceptive creatures, looking like shadows and blankets and anything non-threatening until you were asleep. Then they would devour you, bones and all.
There was no need for such an unpleasant type of death over politics. She was careful for now. It wasn’t a safe place, not by far, even with insane werewolves, murderers, and convicted criminals on the streets of London. It was safer during the day. She walked through Diagon, still wearing her radish earrings after so long. Still wearing the cork necklace, still firmed in her beliefs. Luna had changed though, long gone were the days of stashing her wand behind her ear, it was firmly placed in her belt now. She had matured and some of her spaceyness had vanished with age. She was still easily distracted and she still had her obsurd times, but she knew that things were not always as they seemed. She stood for a long time outside of the Finnigan’s pub. She looked across the street to the place that supposedly belonged to his new wife. Her focus seemed to shift to a book cover in the window, watching the fairies flit across the cover.
Fairies were extensively rude little creatures. They would often steal anything shiney. Once they had tried to steal her raddish earrings. She had sent them fleeing with a bat bogey hex and some rather rude comments in a language she didn’t understand. But the implication was enough. The spell was broken with a blink and she turned her attention back to Finnigan’s. It had curtains over the windows, those half sorts that you saw in bistros, no doubt Mrs. Finnigan’s decoration. Mrs. Finnigan. Her father had encouraged her to get on with her life and get away from it all. Some part of her still hurt a little that he had moved on so fast and well. Perhaps she was just lonely, but she was used to being alone.
She was used to being the person that was brushed by on the street. Her eyes searched the windows, yet seemingly didn’t find what she was thinking was there. Thankfully Diagon wasn’t very busy yet, or she would have been run over, spacing out there in the walk.