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[spaced_luna]

Date: July 22, 2001
Time: Afternoon
Location: Diagon Alley
Characters Involved: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger ect.
Rating: PG?

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[spaced_luna]

She turned those silvery blue eyes to the person that addressed her and found Hermione Granger. She hadn’t seen Hermione in some months and it was always a bit of a treat. For Hermione had always been different in her own ways. Perhaps that was why she had liked Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They didn’t fit into any real molds.

She offered her a smile, “It’s a lovely day, isn’t it Hermione?” she asked, looking to the sky for a moment, “Perhaps the weather will hold for the Snorlock migration. They do hate to get wet.”

How was she….. how was she? She didn’t quite know how to answer that question. Things were…. Well ordinary to some extent, or as ordinary as they got for Luna. She just nodded in thanks for the compliment, “You look very well today yourself, Hermione.” Her gaze turned back to Finnigan’s for a moment, looking over the front of the pub, “Are you shopping for doxiecide?” she asked, random question as always.

Afterall, they got particularly grumpy when the weather was too humid. They were not humid creatures after all. Plus their tendency to hide in closed off heavy things didn’t help their situation, “I have heard that they are fairly nasty in Ireland these days.”

Yes that was right, Luna didn’t know that Hermione had moved out of The Phoenix yet. Last she remembered was that the lot of them were living together all communal like. She had helped them move in last May, but she didn’t really keep up on their living situations. She had a sudden brainstorm, though witch weekly would probably cover it. At least The Quibbler wasn’t as much of a rag as that garbage.

[thelastgranger]

She nodded, agreeing with Luna's thought on 'Snorlock migration' she'd learned long ago that asking questions just lead to more and it was much easier to just agree.

When Luna didn't reply to the question of how she was, Hermione could only assume it wasn't very good. "Thank you, Luna." She replied as she quickly glanced around the street, as if following Luna's eyes to Finnigan's.

"Doxiecide? No, books, actually." Hermione informed her, indicating the bag in her hand.

Oh, well that made sense. "Oh, I'm not living in Ireland at the moment, Harry and I... Have moved to live closer to London, for the time being." Hermione explained with a shrug.

[spaced_luna]

She didn't look at Hermione, her eyes wandering Diagon for a moment, watching the random people come and go, "It's always nice to live closer to London." she commented, "Ireland is nice, but far away."

"Are you studying more for those NEWTs level things?" she asked, finally turning and looking at her again. "It is always smart to get certifications before the governments go to hell."

Their world had gone to hell in a handbasket. Voldemort had returned and school had seemed like the least important thing to actually surviving. Death Eaters attacked the school.... teachers were recycled. People died. She just gave Hermione a small smile.