003: Two's a Crowd [Location: Luna's House]

Sep 12, 2009 23:35

Luna Lovegood had been in Taxon for almost four months. (Which was rather a long time, if you thought about it. She had already missed the first term of her last year at Hogwarts.) And, for four months, she had started every day in the exactly the same way. She woke up, washed and dressed, ate a light breakfast and spent some time wondering if her ( Read more... )

{ topher brink, { luna lovegood

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machinesgoping September 13 2009, 12:58:19 UTC
Topher mumbles groggily for a moment, and then sits up with a start. He's in someone else's room, in someone else's bed, and the someone else is female and definitely underage.
"Oh, Shit!"

Wait. And also not freaking out. Something about breakfast?
"Wait, what?"

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witbyndmeasure September 13 2009, 21:15:03 UTC
"Breakfast," repeated Luna, as if this was a perfectly natural conversation to have with a stranger who had recently appeared in her bedroom. "It's morning. We could have some toast, if you like?"

She sat up, brushing down her fortunately conservative striped pyjamas and wondering what sorts of jams she could offer to her guest. She'd never been particularly interested in culinary magical, and, even if she had practiced the right spells, he was a probably a Muggle. She'd have to be careful.

"I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood," she added, conversationally, "Do you know why you're in my bed?"

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machinesgoping September 13 2009, 21:20:23 UTC
"Uh... d'you have any coffee?"

Topher, luckily, also believed in pyjamas - plaid flannel pants and an old t-shirt.

"I'm Topher. Topher Brink. And no. Well, yes, kind of. But no, not yours particularly or me particularly."

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witbyndmeasure September 13 2009, 21:53:01 UTC
"I don't think so," Luna said reflectively, pulling on her slippers and tucking her unused wand into her pyjama pocket. He didn't seem to be dangerous. In fact, he seemed to be even more confused than she was. Maybe he wasn't used to memory charms. "I can look for some, if you like?"

(It was her bedroom, after all. She was the hostess.)

"Oh. I rather hoped you would. I'm afraid I don't remember meeting you, either."

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