RP: Stuff in boxes within boxes.
Characters: Luna Lovegood.
Location: Contego Terrace
Date: 17th December, evening
Status: Public
Summary: Moving in!
Completion: Complete
Luna’s problem with producing her first Patronus was not for lack of happy memories, but an inability to focus on one memory (or, indeed, one subject at all) long enough to channel it into the skittish silver hare it eventually became when she did concentrate. When it came to Christmas decorations, however, her lack of focus seemed to lend itself well to making her father’s house as festive as possible. Too many glittery baubles in too many different colours; they ended up all over the place. Still, no one could say she was not in the Christmas spirit. What walls they had now looked like they were decorated by a kaleidoscope, and she skipped around her room, shrinking things and packing them into three boxes. The three boxes, once packed, were shrunk and piled into one larger box. She cast charms on everything to make it lighter. Her old Hogwarts trunk now had wheels and was following her around while she dropped her essentials into it, including a book her father had given her on household wards. She had wondered why he owned such a book; their house did not appear to be warded against anything other than falling in a heap of rubble around their feet.
Nous watched her from her cage, unimpressed by her sudden captivity.
A goodbye kiss from Dad and a crack later, Luna had managed to Apparate to the outside of Contego Terrace with all of her luggage and a rather annoyed owl. Draco’s house elf proved to be useful (and again, really rather polite), taking the boxes-within-a-box upstairs to the flat before the charm wore off and the whole thing became much heavier. Her trunk lagged behind slightly, its wheels not having enough grip on the stairs to keep pace.
“It’s cold in here,” Luna addressed the flat, lighting the fire. She would need to get the Floo sorted out. Santa Claus should avoid coming down this chimney, she mused, And he can’t use the Floo or Apparate. For once he would have to use the front door. Or use one of the other fireplaces and walk. That kept the restless part of her mind occupied while she sent one box to her bedroom, one to the kitchen and began to unpack the other.
There was no couch, but Luna had beanbags, so it really didn’t matter. She resisted the urge to jump on them the moment she had arranged them where the couch would have been. Three bookcases, thus far without books but that could wait. She quickly reversed the charm on her trunk when she realised it was still following her around the room. The desk had a leg that needed to be repaired, but she would see to that in a minute.
A few hours later and everything was done. All but the wards and the broken desk leg, but the desk would take all of five minutes to fix and she was already immersed in the book from her father, curled up on her favourite beanbag.
Luna wrinkled her nose at the page in front of her, wary of attempting some of the spells. Not that they were all necessary. There was already a ward on the fireplace, but that was only to prevent the flames from crossing the threshold she had marked out; she had told Draco she would not burn anything down. Her locks were reinforced, but that was not exactly hard.
Anyway… She wanted a cup of tea.
Location: Contego Terrace
Date: 17th December, evening
Status: Public
Summary: Moving in!
Completion: Complete
Luna’s problem with producing her first Patronus was not for lack of happy memories, but an inability to focus on one memory (or, indeed, one subject at all) long enough to channel it into the skittish silver hare it eventually became when she did concentrate. When it came to Christmas decorations, however, her lack of focus seemed to lend itself well to making her father’s house as festive as possible. Too many glittery baubles in too many different colours; they ended up all over the place. Still, no one could say she was not in the Christmas spirit. What walls they had now looked like they were decorated by a kaleidoscope, and she skipped around her room, shrinking things and packing them into three boxes. The three boxes, once packed, were shrunk and piled into one larger box. She cast charms on everything to make it lighter. Her old Hogwarts trunk now had wheels and was following her around while she dropped her essentials into it, including a book her father had given her on household wards. She had wondered why he owned such a book; their house did not appear to be warded against anything other than falling in a heap of rubble around their feet.
Nous watched her from her cage, unimpressed by her sudden captivity.
A goodbye kiss from Dad and a crack later, Luna had managed to Apparate to the outside of Contego Terrace with all of her luggage and a rather annoyed owl. Draco’s house elf proved to be useful (and again, really rather polite), taking the boxes-within-a-box upstairs to the flat before the charm wore off and the whole thing became much heavier. Her trunk lagged behind slightly, its wheels not having enough grip on the stairs to keep pace.
“It’s cold in here,” Luna addressed the flat, lighting the fire. She would need to get the Floo sorted out. Santa Claus should avoid coming down this chimney, she mused, And he can’t use the Floo or Apparate. For once he would have to use the front door. Or use one of the other fireplaces and walk. That kept the restless part of her mind occupied while she sent one box to her bedroom, one to the kitchen and began to unpack the other.
There was no couch, but Luna had beanbags, so it really didn’t matter. She resisted the urge to jump on them the moment she had arranged them where the couch would have been. Three bookcases, thus far without books but that could wait. She quickly reversed the charm on her trunk when she realised it was still following her around the room. The desk had a leg that needed to be repaired, but she would see to that in a minute.
A few hours later and everything was done. All but the wards and the broken desk leg, but the desk would take all of five minutes to fix and she was already immersed in the book from her father, curled up on her favourite beanbag.
Luna wrinkled her nose at the page in front of her, wary of attempting some of the spells. Not that they were all necessary. There was already a ward on the fireplace, but that was only to prevent the flames from crossing the threshold she had marked out; she had told Draco she would not burn anything down. Her locks were reinforced, but that was not exactly hard.
Anyway… She wanted a cup of tea.