Who: Luna & Stephen What: ... apologies? Where: that one place Stephen suggested. When: Friday afternoon? Rating: low, maybe?
Luna didn't exactly want to do this. She didn't want to see that man ever again, she didn't want to remember he existed, she just wanted to go to bed, have a night's rest and go abou ther day.
Only... she couldn't forget him because of what she couldn't remember, and what she had lost was brought back in full force every time she tried to close her eyes. The gaps in her memory may have been (in the grand sceme of things) rather insigificant, but the months stolen away a bit at a time were all she could bring herself to think about. Not even the hours of reading about wandlore was enough to fill the spaces - and if it really was Terence, like he seemed to think, then she was going to have to come to terms with that. Stop seeing Stephen as the terror he was, and try and find the peace her attacker said she had deserved.
Or at least a night's rest.
The resturaunt was busy that afternoon, and Luna had done her best to dress her best, her wand in easy reach. She hadn't bothered to tell Ginny or Neville when and where they were meeting - it was too much to fight them on this. But she did tell Mr. Ollivander, and her assigned therapist at St. Mungos, both hoped for her sake that was the right idea.
She had come early enough to find the table alone, and sat down quietly, patiently, nervous as all get. This was the right idea, right?