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[spaced_luna]

Date: February 8th, 2002
Time: Early Evening
Location: Diagon Alley
Characters Involved: Luna Lovegood and OPEN
Rating: PG

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[gryffndean]

Having been kicked out of the office promptly at 4:30 (as per his boss's instructions the other day), Dean had spent quite a while just wandering around Diagon Alley. He was planning on heading to Finnigan's at some point, but right now was just out actually enjoying the early evening.

It had been in Dean's head that he should stop by one of the art supply stores in Diagon Alley, and pick up some painting materials. His artwork was something he'd let fall by the wayside over the past few years, and thought perhaps it was time to pick it back up again.

As he turned a corner on the winding Alley, Dean spotted a familiar head of wavy blonde hair- coupled with a radish earring, the person was unmistakable.

"Luna!" Dean called out, smiling. "Haven't seen you in ages! How are you?"

[spaced_luna]

She looked up from her space journey to see Dean standing there. She gave him her regular small smile and a nod in his direction, "That is has, Dean. Things have been well with you?" she asked, finally turning away from where she had been looking. She could tell that he was tired, there were the signs, the bags under the eyes, the somewhat frazzled look.

Luna knew how to watch people. She knew how to make it seem like everything was fine though too. "The Alley is rather nice today, somewhat busier then I would have expected for a February day." she commented, "Are you just getting off of work?"

That again was an obvious observation. He was dressed for work. She didn't remember what he did, but it didn't matter, she supposed.

[gryffndean]

Luna had always slightly amused Dean, the way she just seemed to float in and out of conversations as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. He hadn't seen her in- well, years- and yet she was speaking as if she'd seen him yesterday.

"I left a while ago- my bosses have been kicking me out of the office at 4:30 every day, now- apparently, I have been working too hard," Dean admitted, smiling a bit ruefully. "I work at Thompson, Bingley, and Drake- it's a Wizarding law firm," Dean said, a note of pride in his voice. "I'm just an assistant, though."

Luna looked exactly how he remembered her, and he smiled again. "What are you doing with yourself these days?"

[spaced_luna]

Luna didn't change much over time. She was still somewhat of a strange child, yet she was a lot different in other ways. She was more mature. She was more grounded. She wasn't perfect by any stretch of means, but she had a very sharp mind.

"I am doing the Quibbler, taking care of my father and the like. I wander and do research and interviews for the paper." she said with that small smile a measure of pride in herself too.

"Congratulations on your assistant-ship." she said with a small chuckle. It was at least better then she was doing. She was still living at home and doing what was expected of her. She was working on the paper, but even now, she wasn't using her own name.