Who: Luna Lovegood and open What: People watching and reading Where: A café in Muggle London When: Monday afternoon.
Luna loved being outside, even when it was cold. The sun was shining though, and it was hopeful, hinting that spring was just around the corner. Spring was by far Luna’s favorite time, when even the cracks of the cobblestone street seemed to fill with flowers desperate not to get trampled. It was a feeling that Luna could relate too, often feeling overwhelmed these days. She had a lot of studying to do, and she didn’t mind that, she just wanted to get outside for a while. Not that Rolf’s flat wasn’t the best combination of the two that she’d ever seen.
Luna had felt a bit lost since coming back from America, something that she had previously been attributing to the abrupt loss of her father. There was a pull that she couldn’t explain, something that told her she should be doing more, but there was nothing she could do, not until she’d finished her courses.
She sat out at an open table in the patio of a café, her books were piled in front of her as she began an essay on the healing properties of dried sloth tears, and how they worked particularly well in patients with atrophied leg muscles, all the while munching on a few snacks she’s purchased (a chocolate pastry was clearly the appropriate thing to fuel her through her studies).
The muggle world was a great place to study, but more than that, it was a way to get away from everything that was happening. It was a great way to escape the dangers and pressure of the upcoming war, a place where she could forget about everything, and not have to look over her shoulder as much. A nearby office complex began to take lunch shifts, the café swelled to capacity, and tables where hard to come by. Luna had taken a break in her studies to watch the shapes in the clouds change when she noticed someone holding a try and looking for a spot to sit. “These seats aren’t taken,” She offered with a friendly smile, “If you’d like to come sit here.”