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Nov 29, 2010 20:55

"I don't understand that last one," she says to Mittens. "What's a text?"

Luna turns the page of her magazine, crinkling her nose at the overly floral smell. It makes Mittens snort too, the thestral stomping and uncurling leathery wings. The wings are why she's here, sitting on a bed in the clinic with a Cosmopolitan in her lap, idly paging through.

The thing is, Mittens is getting old enough to fly, but he doesn't. He can't. It's as if whatever allowed him to in their world is simply gone, and Luna's rather afraid that the loss of magic affects him too.

But one mustn't frighten small children and animals, and so Luna just reaches out and strokes his neck before returning to the magazine. "Number thirty. In girl-on-top position, lean back and place both hands on the bed behind you with your head tilted back. He’ll get a full view of your breasts and torso and a tickling sensation from the feeling of your hair on his legs."

She glances up as someone comes into the clinic, her expression as serene as if she's been reading aloud from a Potions text. "Hullo there."

stephen colbert, kaylee frye, luna lovegood

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