"Hi," said Luna, who was leaning out of one of the windows, trying to pick one of the flowers that grew just under it. If there seemed to be a bit more dust in the air, she didn't notice it. Or at least, she didn't call notice to it.
White pulled back the part in him that wanted to reach out and wilt the flower with a burst of air pollution. "Hi," he said back. "Have I met you? ... I haven't been around much, I don't think I've met you." He moved slowly towards the window, letting his steps wander a little bit before finally standing outside of the window. One again, he drew himself back in, telling himself that it wasn't like it would matter anyway. None of him ever stook here.
"No, you haven't met me, and I haven't met you." Luna tried to stretch a little further, and finally managed to pick the flower by its sepals. She straightened up. "But now we have met each other, so I can say that it is nice to meet you. Nice to meet you." She tucked the flower behind the ear that didn't have her wand tucked behind it and smiled at White.
"Nice to meet you," Pollution echoed. "What's happening here?" he asked carefully. The energy that surrounded and soaked the mansion was still there, possibly getting stronger. It was like pressure building up behind his ears, feeling like it would pop them at any moment. Pollution looked at Luna carefully, noting the wand, which was unusual, but not unheard of. Maybe she was the source of all the pressure? He doubted it. It was definitely focused at some other part of the mansion. "I feel... magic, I suppose. What is happening?"
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