Books, research - he used to leave stuff like that to her (Hermione, no point in avoiding things for a whole lot longer) but they'd needed him, right? What use was he if he couldn't figure things out on his own? Closeting himself in a room though, he figured, wasn't getting the problems faced any better than before. Maybe that was why Luna's entreaty got a sigh from him, Harry getting up from his chair, grabbing a curtain and closing the window half-up before he opened the door.
"Might as well come in - are the Snorkacks demanding parley? Make yourself at home, everyone else does." He didn't bother keeping any tones from his voice, shutting the door as soon as Luna had gotten across the threshold, not wanting to encourage any more visitors. He could deal with Luna - she probably wanted nothing more than to prattle about something insane, improbable, and then head back out.
"Oh goodness no. I don't imagine that the Snorkacks demand much of anything this time of year. They're usually mating and you simply must know how distracting that can be."
Whatever attitude Harry might have in his words, Luna didn't even notice as she entered his room, immediately plunking her satchel down on the table. She opened it up and reached inside, pulling out a large tape measure and a notepad with a quill that started to hover beside her.
It was a very old Quick Quotes Quill that she'd found in one of the desks in the library and although it was stuck on "Embellishment" she'd found it useful nevertheless.
"I need to measure you, if you would be so kind as to hold out your arms."
Yes, Luna was just as quirky as he remembered her to be. Who cared what the Snorkacks did during winter - they weren't real, right? "Yeah, guess that is," he added though, feeling like it deserved some kind of reply. The heavy thud of the satchel made Harry wince, hoping nothing shook lose in the drawers from it.
Luna's consistent behaviour of quirky, befuddled insanity didn't falter, Harry giving her a blank stare at the quill, the tape measure, and the notepad. "Any particular reason? Not that it's not one of the oddest requests I've heard in a long time, mind..."
"Well if I don't know what size you are then I'm never going to get your gift done properly in time for Christmas," said Luna stepping close to press the tape measure against his chest.
She murmured a number to the quill. It scratched: svelte and broad shouldered on the pad.
"You'll have to excuse the quill. It's been writing its own opinion since I found it." She held up the measure and let it roll down to the floor, taking note of his height.
He couldn't help it - he looked down, read what the quill had jotted onto the parchment, and he laughed. It started just a chuckle then grew, a ghost of a smile on his face as he just gave in to the demand and stood up. "Always have their own mind, the quills. I remember what a mess one said, tear-rimmed eyes and all sorts of babble."
Oh yes, she was Luna - openly honest and somehow able to speak truth as frankly as a toddler could. "Yeah, I suppose. I don't go out often so that makes it difficult, right?"
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"Might as well come in - are the Snorkacks demanding parley? Make yourself at home, everyone else does." He didn't bother keeping any tones from his voice, shutting the door as soon as Luna had gotten across the threshold, not wanting to encourage any more visitors. He could deal with Luna - she probably wanted nothing more than to prattle about something insane, improbable, and then head back out.
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Whatever attitude Harry might have in his words, Luna didn't even notice as she entered his room, immediately plunking her satchel down on the table. She opened it up and reached inside, pulling out a large tape measure and a notepad with a quill that started to hover beside her.
It was a very old Quick Quotes Quill that she'd found in one of the desks in the library and although it was stuck on "Embellishment" she'd found it useful nevertheless.
"I need to measure you, if you would be so kind as to hold out your arms."
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Luna's consistent behaviour of quirky, befuddled insanity didn't falter, Harry giving her a blank stare at the quill, the tape measure, and the notepad. "Any particular reason? Not that it's not one of the oddest requests I've heard in a long time, mind..."
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She murmured a number to the quill. It scratched: svelte and broad shouldered on the pad.
"You'll have to excuse the quill. It's been writing its own opinion since I found it." She held up the measure and let it roll down to the floor, taking note of his height.
"We don't see you enough."
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Oh yes, she was Luna - openly honest and somehow able to speak truth as frankly as a toddler could. "Yeah, I suppose. I don't go out often so that makes it difficult, right?"
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