Luna was quite dirty and tired. It was so odd and cold and dusty in the Malfoy's Mansion.

She'd tried to make conversation with Ollivander, hoping she could be some sort of comfort to that dear old man. The Death Eaters seemed a little flustered at her calmness, how she hadn't struggled to leave once during her time trapped in the cellar.

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Maybe Seamus shouldn't have tried tackling such a dubious looking Death Eater by himself. Maybe Seamus should have stayed with the group. Maybe Seamus should have studied his Defense Against the Dark Arts a little more, but maybes and should-haves wouldn't really do him a whole lot of good at the moment, now would they?

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