Credence Barebone Potter (obscurence) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2017-10-14 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, credence barebone, luna lovegood |
RP log; Credence & Luna
Who: Credence Barebone & Luna Lovegood
When: Backdated to Sept. sometime after this.
Where: The Albus Severus Potter residence.
What: Luna & Credence talk costumes, spells, and fantastic beasts.
Rating: Low
Status: COMPLETE.
Credence had to admit that he had come to a place where he was thinking of everyone in the little house as family. Helena had been the easiest, and the first to slide into her place as little sister. He'd had younger sisters for his entire life, and their relationships had typically been more complicated than what he had with Helena. Albus had, naturally he supposed, been second. The man had offered him a place, knowing what Credence was even with his daughter there, and he'd always been supportive. So when Luna had come to stay with them, Credence had swallowed any discomfort he might have felt about bringing in someone new, and he'd quietly accepted it. But as it turned out he liked Luna, even if it had taken him a while to realize he did. Luna had accepted him from the beginning, really, and while Credence didn't easily make friends, or extend trust having had neither work out particularly well for him in the past, Luna was making her way in. Right now they sat with cups of tea, something that Credence had never really done in New York but was beginning to enjoy here, and just chatting a bit. Luna was easy to talk to - if for no other reason than Credence never felt like he had to pretend to be something he wasn't with her. He could say whatever was on his mind and at the moment the question Albus had asked about costumes was there. "Did you do costumes and Halloween?" He asked, taking a sip of the tea. Luna understood difficulties with making friends. Mostly it was because not everyone liked to have her as a friend, but she had done better with them once Harry had claimed her as a friend. Ginny was her friend first, but never really as much as when Harry decided they were friends. It had been nice to have friends, really. She had liked that Harry was her friend even though it was not popular for him to be her friend. Ronald was not always the best at friends, but he tried, so that mattered. The person she felt perhaps the closest to was Neville. He was kind and gentle. Perhaps a little clumsy at times and forgetful, but she imagined that was not as unusual as others made it out to be. Most of it was nerves. Credence was sort of like dealing with a new creature that she was just getting acquainted with. At first, she had casually acknowledged him and let him come to her. Most of that involved making tea or food and setting it out or leaving her door open always so that he might feel he could come in should he want to talk. Slowly, however, she allowed herself to approach him and talk more, asking him to come to things and even occasionally initiating friendly contact. Sometimes she did forget herself when she was excited and grab hold of his hand, but she tried not to startle him too much. Mostly she talked. She talked and talked about so many things that she didn't always remember what she had talked about by the end. She discussed mostly magical creatures and non-magical creatures. She felt perhaps he might find her strange or difficult to be around, but he never seemed too terribly bothered by her, so she continued with what she was doing. His question gave her a moment of pause. “I think the muggles perhaps are more likely to wear costumes. I have not worn one before. Did you ever? Perhaps we could try if you like. I am not sure what I would be. Perhaps not something scary, though. I think the custom is either to be scary or wear very little and I am not sure either is fitting. Hmm…” "I don't think I should like scary much," Credence shook his head, drinking more tea. He could be terrifying enough on his own without anything like a costume and he couldn't see the point. Pretending to be something or someone else though, that had some appeal. Particularly if the something else was someone or something that moved through the world with the confidence of knowing that it was intended to be there. At times it was one of the things that Credence envied about the beasts in Newt's suitcase. They didn't seem to believe that they weren't supposed to be there, rather they just assumed that they should be. "I don't suppose I should be very comfortable wearing very little either," he added. That was probably obvious to anyone who knew him very well. "Ma used to consider the entire holiday to be sinful," he stifled a sigh as he said this. It was a list of things Ma considered to be sinful, but Halloween was the Devil's holiday. Granted, as he was learning magic, which was largely considered to be the Devil's gift, it probably made sense to celebrate the holiday too. "But if I could just be someone other than myself for a bit, it might not be all bad." Luna studied Credence for a moment before reaching out to rest her hand on his arm for a brief moment. “You are good enough.” She was not sure how often he had been told that. Her father told her countless times that she was good enough, that she was a very special sort of girl. He had never made her feel any less than she was, which was why parents that seemed to do so were so baffling to her. She could remember stories about Harry’s aunt and uncle and she could never quite fathom the idea that parents could be so cold to their children...or that family in general could be. Sometimes her father was distant, but that was usually when he was lost in thoughts and far away. She never doubted that he cared. Not even a little. “We will find nice costumes. I do not think it is sinful to enjoy something, but people do seem to use it that way very often.” She tilted her head to the side slightly, the way she always did when she was thinking on something. At the moment, it was what she might dress up as. There were options, she supposed, but what were they? She did not wish to dress up as people who were here or who were related to those here, but perhaps there was something else for them. “Do you have a favourite story? Perhaps we could be magical creatures. That could be interesting. I would dress as a Nargle, but that would be difficult since I would not be visible most of the time. Perhaps a Doxy...It is hard to say for sure. There are many things to take into consideration.” Credence's cheeks flushed pink with her words. Mostly people didn't say that sort of thing to him. Or hadn't until recently. It seemed to happen in more regular occurrence in Tumbleweed when he was many miles from home and nearly a hundred years from it. But in one way or another people like Albus and Emmeline, Nico and Charlie, and now it seemed Luna seemed to be suggesting just precisely that. Some part of him still worried that they'd realize one day that they'd made a mistake and that he really wasn't that good or valuable enough and they would regret all the time they had invested in him. He hoped that day was far enough away that he could maybe have some good ones in between. Half of what Luna said made no sense to him, but then mostly he didn't know much about magic so of course it would. He was confused about the notion of creatures that could be invisible, but perhaps he shouldn't be. After all, there were any number of bizarre types of creatures in Newt's suitcase. "What does a Nargle look like?" He asked. "When it's visible, I mean. Or a Doxy?" Luna was used to the stares people gave her when she spoke the majority of the time. It was just the way things went. People unfortunately knew so very little on the subject of Magical Creatures and even less so about the ones other people believed did not exist. Carefully she rose and moved to grab her sketchbook so she could properly show him exactly what they looked like. She was not as good an artist as Dean, but then he was better with portraits than he was with anything else. She could draw animals because they were what interested her. Grabbing for a pencil, she floated back to the table and sat down. She drew the Doxies first because they were easier to draw. She’d seen them and studied them multiple times. Perhaps they would not make proper costumes, but one couldn’t dress up as a Centaur without offending them. It would be impolite. She supposed they could find something. Once she was finished with the Doxies, she pushed the book over to him. “We have studied them a few times. I can teach you a few spells on how to handle them if you like. They can be a little mean at times...and certainly chaotic. I think, perhaps, it is just that they are not treated as well as they ought to be, but then some creatures are just troublesome.” She smiled before drawing the Nargles. They looked like small puffs of black with eyes. She was sure that was what they looked like. They had been described to her, but she had yet to see one. “They say you can only seem them out of the corner of your eyes. Never when you’re looking right at them. They are very mischievous creatures and they like to steal things...like one’s left shoe. Occasionally the right, but they seem to favour the left.” Where magical creatures were concerned, Credence had as much reason to believe in Luna's as he did to believe in Newt's. He would have considered the entire suitcase of Newt's unbelievable before he had been immersed in it. He would have really wanted to consider an Obscursus unbelievable as well - but it wasn't. He was one, or had one, however that worked, and so he took her drawings of Doxies and Nargles seriously, leaning slightly forward to take a peak of the drawings. Something about the Nargles held his attention. Maybe it was the black, maybe it was the eyes staring out of it, they felt like slightly less threatening versions of an obscurial in some ways. More jokes and fun, less destruction and mayhem - that wasn't bad. One could live without a shoe after all. Some of the destruction he'd done was more problematic. "I don't think Newt had either of them," he said. "At least I never saw them if he did. He had a lot of creatures though," Credence sighed slightly, remembering how much he'd enjoyed walking through and being told about the different creatures when Newt was there. He also enjoyed time with Charlie, but the whole thing had happened first with Newt. "You could maybe make a Nargle costume though. You could carry around someone's left shoe," his lips turned up in a slight grin, uncertain if she'd think it was as funny as he did. Newt Scamander. Luna still found him fascinating. She’d read the entirety of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. She did not own all fifty-two copies of it, but she had stopped to read all the different versions to see what was different. She thought it was interesting how much he had discovered and she could only hope to discover even more. “He was very good with magical creatures. I have read his book. He would have made a better professor than the one we had. Only do not tell Ron, Hermione, or Harry that I said that. They get very upset when I do not believe that Hagrid was a good professor. He did try, but…” She trailed off, fingers tapping idly on the table. “It was easy enough to teach myself.” And she had. The suggestion made her smile a little. “It would be very funny. I suppose there could always be a disillusionment charm in place.” "He was very nice when I met him," Credence agreed. "Very kind and he seemed to know so much about them. I learned a lot, so I can see he would have made a good teacher." Credence didn't know enough about Hagrid to know one way or another on whether he would have been better or worse. And really there was no point in saying that Newt would have been better to Hermione or the rest. Half of the time just working up the courage to say hello was difficult enough. "What is a disillusionment charm?" He asked her. It wasn't one that he had done before he didn't believe. There were so many spells he'd never tried and didn't know about and it only reminded him how much he had to learn - if he could ever get to it in the first place. While he could occasionally manage a spell without an echo, he couldn't quite figure out why that was. It made it difficult to keep learning spells, especially some spells. Luna did not mind Hagrid being Hagrid. He was half giant, so that made him somewhat curious. He was clearly good with the creatures and beings and knew how to communicate with them, but that didn’t mean he knew the proper way to teach. But she didn’t mind him in general. She just wished she’d had someone else. “I wish I had been able to meet him. I think he would have been very nice to meet.” She wished that she could have met him. Luna turned to look at him for a moment before she pulled out her wand and tapped her wand to her tea cup, wordlessly doing the spell. The cup seemed invisible, but it had really just taken on the appearance of the table it sat on. “That is what is it. It is sort of like making any object invisible, but more like turning everything into a chameleon.” Credence blinked at the tap and the spell. His eyes widened slightly. Somehow despite the fact that magic kept being done around him and despite the fact that he could do it himself, it had yet to become something that was ordinary. He still couldn't believe that it was happening most of the time. "That's - really incredible," he murmured. "There are so many spells I don't know." He turned back offering a small smile. "Maybe Newt will come back. He left his suitcase here after all. Charlie and I have been taking care of it. He needs to come back for it." Luna smiled at him a little, patting his hand lightly. “We will show you everything. I have been in school for six years. Not even a full six yet. I was in the Malfoy’s dungeon for half of school. Well, almost half. Olivander and I celebrated my birthday together. There was no cake, but it was very nice anyway. He made me this wand.” She held it out to him, trusting him with it. Not everyone was allowed to touch her wand, but then Credence wasn’t just anyone. He was her friend and she knew he would not do anything with her wand. “Of course, he made me my first one, too, I was just able to watch him make this one as we were recovering at Bill and Fleur’s cottage.” It felt like such a long time since then and yet not. Time was unusual in that way. “I would like it if he came back, but I suppose you could just tell me about him and it will be good enough. It is difficult not to want to wish people here, but perhaps not everyone would be happy here. I think perhaps that is why my mother has not come. It is not time and she would not be happy without my father. If they come, I think they will come together.” Credence took the wand and turned it over in his hand. It had a different feel from the one that he had been using and he could tell that. While he didn't know a lot about how wands functioned, he did know that they were specific and individual to each wizard. He'd wondered at times if it was part of why he struggled so with his own magic - why he seemed to always have a shadow or an echo of a spell, or so frequently seemed to have one. "I hadn't considered that," he looked over to Luna. "I don't know anyone besides Newt, and maybe Tina, that I would really want to be here," he turned the wand over carefully and then handed it back to Luna before he could somehow do magic he didn't mean to do and mess things up. "But perhaps they would not be so happy in Tumbleweed. Newt seemed to enjoy it enough, but some that I know would very much dislike it," his mother's face played through his mind and he shivered slightly. "And some I would not want here. Olivander makes all the wands, yes?" Luna had spent a lot of time considering this. Time was meeting at various points and it was only natural (as far as she was concerned) for her to think about what it might mean. Her mother had died when she was nine and, while she missed her, she knew that she would see her again. A part of her always knew that. Of course, she had assumed that it would be after death that they would find each other, but she couldn’t help but wonder what if? What if now was the when. But it wasn’t. At least not as of yet. Luna took her wand back, making a small, thoughtful noise as she did. “He does, yes. He made both of my wands. It is just that I got to watch him make the second one. It was very curious. I don’t think I would be any good at it, but I don’t have the training or the supplies.” Maybe if she wished for it, a wand would come in gift drops that was made for Credence. “I am sure he would make one for you if he showed up.” "I'd like that," Credence said immediately and then his cheeks flushed slightly at his eagerness. He didn't want to be greedy, but the idea of having his own wand - one that was made just for him, that worked just for him. Maybe the spell echoes would disappear completely if he had a wand that was his and not a hand me down from someone else. "Maybe I'll get one someday. I don't think there's anyone here who can make them though." Luna didn’t think it was odd that he seemed so eager. He would be ready to practise, of course. She couldn’t imagine not having a wand that hadn’t been specifically crafted for her. Naturally, Ollivander knew her wand from when she was younger and they had spent quite so much time together imprisoned. After that, he would know her quite well. Making a wand wouldn’t have been altogether difficult. “I hope that you do. I will keep it on my mind.” She gave him a small smile. “Do you want to go see if we can find Helena? We can all decide on costumes, maybe.” Credence looked over and nodded, a genuine grin settling onto his features, relaxing them. He could worry about magic, and about what his mother would say at another time. The idea of asking Helena what she'd like to dress up as sounded like an alright way to spend the next hour. "Let's do it." |