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Neville Longbottom ([info]whatgenus) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-10-24 10:12:00

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Entry tags:^date: october 31 2003, character: luna lovegood, character: neville longbottom

Who: Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood
What: After another rough night
Where: Neville's flat, then where Luna is, then probably back to Neville's
When: Friday, 31 October 2003 4:15 AM
Rating: PG?



He wasn't sure if Luna would still be awake after he read what she had written. In fact, Neville had no way of knowing where Luna was at all, nor could he have known whether she was okay or not. Though he assumed she was, given she had taken a moment to write something at all. It was far too early in the morning, and all he could do was pace his small kitchen in his blue and green striped pajama pants. He had all ready spilled the water he had tried to make tea with twice, and his blue shirt was soaked near the bottom where he had used it to soak up a bit of the spillage. The boy clutched his wand tightly, debating whether to send his patronus or not. The thing could very well scare her more than the dreams had, still, he had to try.

Neville opened the balcony door and held his hands up as he thought his happy thought. This spell always did need a lot of room, though with some practice he had managed to make the polar bear much smaller if needed. It was still large, even at the smaller size, but it at least didn't fill his small apartment quite as much.

"Find Luna and deliver message," he said to the milky white polar bear that stood before him. The only dark spots on it were the eyes and nose, which when it tilted its head, made the bear look more like a dog than anything else. "I would feel better if you weren't alone tonight, please come over. The wards will let you apparate in."

With a flick of his wand, the mastiff sized polar bear went out the window. Neville went back to the tea he was trying to brew, but merely stared at the kettle in annoyance. He worried about his parents, their mental state if they could have these dreams...



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[info]whatgenus
2011-10-24 05:27 pm UTC (link)
Luna very rarely seemed unsure of anything, even with the things everyone else would dismiss or that she didn't thoroughly understand. Neville watched her out of the corner of his eye, confused about what had happened to her stomach in the dream. A few things went through his mind at first, none of which would have compared to what she might have really dreamed. He moved over with the teacups and the box of biscuits to the small table in the kitchen.

"A red headed woman," he asked and thought about the question. The only redheaded woman he could think of was Ginny, he had seen her a few days ago. It had been far too long since he had seen any other red headed women he could recall. Setting the items down, he opened the box of biscuits and tipped the box out onto one of the plates before he set one of the cups in front of her. "No... just Ginny. Do you want to tell me what happened in your dream, or is it something you don't want to talk about?"

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[info]luna_l
2011-10-24 05:37 pm UTC (link)
She shook her head gently, soft curls catching the light. "It wasn't Ginny. I don't know who she was supposed to be. It isn't like my mind to play tricks like this." When she had nightmares, at least something about it made sense, something connected to her life. This had been completely foreign. As had the screams.

Luna stared into the empty cup, the sound of her own voice begging rang through her ears and she paled. The pain hadn't scared her, though it had traumatized her. No, the pain was something of the flesh, something that would either be or not be, but she had offered the woman anything.

Unable to voice her thoughts, she stood silent, eyes unfocused into the recesses of the china before her.

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[info]whatgenus
2011-10-24 05:50 pm UTC (link)
He studied her for a moment in silence. This was bothering her, and while her silence only made him more curious about what it was she had seen, he knew better than to pry. Neville chewed on his lip for a moment before he walked to the icebox and pulled a small carton if milk out. He poured it into her tea and dropped two cubes of sugar in it before he stirred it for her. There needed to be a change of subject, he decided, and took a deep breath.

"Wrackspurts," he told her after what felt to him an incredibly long silence. "We must have an infestation. Mutant ones, not regular ones. These don't seem like the regular kind, but it must be some sort of Wrackspurt." He smiled at his friend before he looked down and poured a bit of milk into his own tea.

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[info]luna_l
2011-10-25 02:01 am UTC (link)
Luna didn't precisely see Neville fill her cup or fix her tea, but when he suggested Wrackspurts, she blinked and nodded, the creases smoothing away. She smiled at him, her eyes no longer haunted. "I think that must be true. She sat down at the table finally, picking up her tea as she did so. "I'll be wearing my spectrespecs tonight. I've fashioned a mask around them. Perhaps that will help."

The tea was fixed perfectly drawing a smile from her lips. "We should try to figure out how to stop these Wrackspurts from getting worse." She tilted her head, her voice completely returned to the lilting cadence, "Would you like a pair of spectrespecs for tonight?"

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