| Luna Lovegood ( @ 2008-04-17 23:17:00 |
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WHO : Luna Lovegood and Rolf Scamander
WHAT : Aftermath of the attack on the Ministry
WHERE : Rolf's home
WHEN : Early morning April 12th.
STATUS : Complete.
RATING : PG (at the most)
One of the witches running by the blonde had nearly stepped on her in the woman's confusion. Relief filled her when Rolf appeared out of the chaotic crowd, coming for her. Luna's fingers had knotted themselves in the fabric of his shirt, as Rolf's arm went around her. His side-along apparation had felt more painful than she thought it ought to have had. His attention was no doubt skewed by the calamity that had been going on around them. The piercing shrieks still rang in her ears when they appeared in a room she did not recognize.
For several moments she just focused on smoothing her breath out until it was less choppy and more even. The pain in her shoulder was bad, but she had felt worse, all though the Crucio had been entirely bloodless while this was not. Even the slightest movement in the joint send arrows of agony through her small frame, her other arm came up to hold it in place to stop the movement entirely.
"Mostly whole," she responded to his frantic question. "Although this wound is rather aggravating." She glared slightly at the bleeding hole in her robe and shoulder. As if she could make the bullet lodged there feel ashamed of itself. A cursory examination over him revealed that he too was injured, making the blonde frown. "Your leg's hurt as well. Will you be okay?" For someone who disliked violence, she had seen far too much of it in her short lifetime, a fact that did not go over her head. "We should tend to these..." she tilted her head at her shoulder and his leg, both of her arms busy at the moment. "Before they get infected, or lose too much blood."