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Luna D. Lovegood ([info]luna_l) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-06 18:47:00
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Who: Michael and Luna
When: 11am
Where: Rook Cottage
What: Puzzles and Challenges
Warnings: Safe for work [i.e. low]


Setting up for lunch gave Luna another reason she loved being able to call her own hours. She'd gotten up when the nightmare had struck, deciding to head out and start work then return for a nap. A couple hours into her nap, she woke again screaming. It was nearly ten in the morning, perfect time to get up, so perhaps it wasn't that much of a loss. Though shaking was not the easiest way to prepare lunch. Still, she managed and the kettle was ready at eleven proper. She wasn't sure what Michael liked for lunch and having forgotten, she chose to make sandwiches. Pickles and cheese as well as a duck and chutney. That way he had a couple of choices.

Her father was off for the day, looking again for the Crumpled-Horned Snorkack. She was beginning to doubt its existence, but that was something she wasn't ready to discuss with him. However, that did mean that the likelihood of them being interrupted would be extremely low, a definite plus.

She frowned looking around the living room. She would have preferred to have a pensieve for this excursion, but still, it wouldn't do to get an expensive item simply to spill it intentionally.

Checking the kettle once more, she waited for Michael.



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