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𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 , 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 silent , merely smiling over at damaris with the kind of innocence that looks too natural on her face for it to have ever been practiced . she keeps her hands clasped in front of her , gently cupping something in an offer to damaris before she deigns to give an explanation . ❝ because she might look a little frightening , but startling her means startling all of us , ❞ she says , in that light voice of hers that didn’t always match the sternest of her words . she was genuine in her warning . she was still , however , very sweet in demeanor and slow - moving by nature . lax . never threatening . it might be easy to mistake her seriousness on the subject if it were not undercut by the calm but pointed look that was hopefully conveying the message of please please please do not scream or throw her because it will be bad for all of us . ❝ you say the safeword as soon as you’re done with making friends , and i help you stop making friends , and everything moves a little more slow and steady , yeah ? ❞ finally , opened up her hands to reveal her latest acquisition : an arachnid rescued mere moments before she was sold at the muggle pet store , thought to be a strange breed of tarantula but was , in actuality , a baby acromantula . ❝ would you like to hold her ? ❞

𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 to be back home . she wonders if this is what people meant when they talk about being back on english soil , because her bare toes in the dirt of her front yard make that metaphor more than REAL for her . her absence was only a quick trip in comparison to the other lengthier hunts sheʻs been on but it was long enough to feel the pangs of homesickness . long enough for her to collect a myriad of snacks and souvenirs to bring back with her . as such , luna is in fine form as traipses down the hill , barefoot and with basket on hip , to knock on the front door of the burrow. a new habit , if one were to look at her childhood propensity for wandering in at random . itʻs a bit different now , with none of the younger weasleys in residence for her to follow along in their shadows , and she imagines itʻs less of a welcome surprise for her to be in their house as an unaccompanied adult than it was when she was their childrenʻs playmate . ❝ hullo ! ❞ she calls out over the sound of the idle household magic that molly weasley keeps constant . their house has always been a good deal noisier than hers . ❝ i come bearing omiyage . ❞

𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 with a sugar craving and an intense desire to be lying on her stomach while kicking her legs back and forth ( you know , in the spirit of girlish lounging that harry is and always will be invited to partake in ) . she remains as she is , however : perched on a cafe chair , chin resting on her bent knee as she flips through one of many newspapers spread out before them and with only half of her desires being met . the outdoor sitting area of fortescueʻs was the second choice given that , while she did think the iron - wrought table in her back garden was quite NICE this time of year , harryʻs last visit to her house was probably much clearer in his memories than it was in her fatherʻs . fortescueʻs seemed like a nice compromise that let them soak in the sunlight while also sating any sweet tooths . ❝ ooh , this one doesnʻt look too bad , does it ? ❞ she exclaimed , chair rocking forward to balance on two legs as she leaned in to show harry the job opening for eeylops owl emporium . ❝ you can run a register , right ? maybe theyʻll let you help with feedings in - between customers as well . ❞ the chair settles back into place with a thump once she leans back , circling the ad with her quill . the feathery end brushes against her nose as she mutters to herself . ❝ better than the bartender position at poision apple . i canʻt see that ending well with your luck . . . ❞

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            𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜   𝚒𝚗  response   to   that   dislodges   the   hair   that   had   fallen   in   her   face   when   she   had   thrown   herself   backwards   into   the   grass   .   ❝   illegal   is   relative   ,   ❞   she   says   ,   as   soft   -   spoken   as   she   always   is   but   the   noise   ringing   out   louder   in   the   idyllic   silence   of   her   backyard   .   her   arms   are   splayed   out   at   her   side   ,   as   careless   and   messy   as   the   strands   of   hair   flared   out   around   the   both   of   them   ,   not   minding   the   bits   of   leaves   on   twigs   that   sheʻs   sure   to   be   picking   out   later   .   ❝   i   think   weʻve   come   way   too   far   to   be   worried   about   words   like   illegal   ,   ❞   and   they   have   .   neither   one   of   them   were   in   a   position   where   they   could   call   themselves   anything   close   to   law   -   abiding   .   ❝   besides   ,   itʻs   illegal   HERE   .   demiguises   in   your   house   is   much   more   prevalent   in   east   asia   ,   so   the   laws   there   are   completely   different   .   i   could   have   one   to   visit   for   a   bit   and   no   one   would   bat   an   eye   and   the   only   thing   stopping   me   is   britainʻs   anti   -   creature   laws   .   ❞

                𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊   𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔  of   her   throat   ,   a   contemplative   noise   that   would   seem   absent-minded   if   not   for   the   way   that   her   eyes   remain   fixated   on   one   spot   of   the   table   .   itʻs   almost   like   you   could   see   the   thought   turn   over   in   her   head   and   for   someone   so   quick   -   witted   ,   the   pause   before   speaking   is   all   the   more   weighted   .   ❝   i   donʻt   dislike   you   if   thatʻs   what   you   think   ,   ❞   she   clarifies   .   luna   did   not   dislike   many   people   .   it   took   a   certain   amount   of   energy   ,   or   ever-lasting   ire   ,   that   she   just   wasnʻt   much   interested   in   keeping   up   .   she   was   lazy   in   that   way   .   those   were   not   the   garden   she   kept   watered   .   instead   ,   she   was   made   up   of   a   wealth   of   forgiveness   ,   an   abundance   of   second   chances   ,   and   a   ever   -   so   -   troubling   habit   of   turning   the   other   cheek   .   ❝   i   understand   why   you   did   it   ,   ❞      she   says   ,   drawing   concentric   circles   in   the   condensation   left   behind   by   her   glass   as   she   speaks.   ❝   iʻm   sure   i   donʻt   KNOW   why   .   but   i   understand   it   .   ❞   and   now   ,   she   looks   up   to   meet   mariettaʻs   eye   for   the   first   time   since   this   conversation   started   .   ❝   does   it   bother   you   ?   that   maybe   i   wouldnʻt   have   liked   you   very   much   ?   ❞

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             𝚊   𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔   𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚜   through   the   crowd   ,   practically   drowning   in   a   sweater   that   sheʻd   stolen   from   ginnyʻs   closet   but   could   very   well   belong   to   any   of   the   other   myriad   of   brothers   that   fill   up   her   life   and   whose   wardrobes   meld   with   hers   .   swathed   in   weasley   red   ,   luna   cuts   a   clear   path   through   the   crowd   ,   the   alcohol   giving   her   a   rush   of   challenge   that   buoys   her   through   the   sea   of   bodies   towards   the   beacon   of   a   familiar   face   .   seeing   ron   ,   she   nearly   giggles   to   herself   —   bouncing   from   redhead   to   redhead   for   company   seems   to   constantly   be   her   lot   in   life   —   but   she   pulls   it   together   to   aim   determined   eyes   up   ,   up   ,   UP   .   ❝   ron   ,   ❞   she   says   ,   fondness   and   overconfidence   borne   from   too   many   drinks   leaking   into   her   tone   .   ❝   bet   i   could   beat   you   at   arm   wrestling   .   ❞