Mr. Ollivander had to close the shop for this, for Luna to be here, to see Terence, to confront the man who claimed to attack her. It wasn't that she struggled with leaving the shop on her own, or even the small flat she had moved into the floor above. It was just... well. She didn't, not on her own, not right now. Theo ld man sat quietly upstairs in the lobby, drinking a tea that someone had given him, commenting on how so many newer wands didn't have the snap they used to. How he wanted to retire soon, all that sort of quiet conversation he usually shared with Luna. Who was down here, with Terence.
When Cyril told Luna who had claimed the attack, it had taken her a moment to put a face with the name. Terrance, the boy who flirted with everything, even Luna, who could juggle and make a card vanish without magic. Luna knew how to hate. She hated Lucius Malfoy for what he allowed, she hated Voldemort for entering her nightmares, she even hated Stephen Cornfoot for stealing those nightmares away. But she couldn't bring herself to hate the boy in front of her.
She took the seat across from Terence and tried to reach out for him - the charm was a good one and the tips of her fingers hit it as if there was a glass wall between them. Leaving her hands on the table she asked, "Are you feeling well? Do you... need anything?" "