Luna Lovegood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} luna_llena) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
It had taken most of the day for her to believe that Death Eaters were definitely not lurking in the shadows. Well, not definitely, little was definite in this world. But, at least, her guard had lowered until it was down to its usually undetectable levels. She was not entirely unaware of the world around her, it merely seemed that way.
At the sound of her name, she tilted her head back up, still leaning backwards on that one hand, the bar of chocolate against her lips. Luna tilted her head while she inspected the handsome man. Both alike and unalike her friend Sam in looks. Lighter hair, stockier body, slightly bowlegged stance. There was a scar on his chin that was quite interesting, she thought.
"Are you sure that neither of your parents were half giants? You are awful tall." And then she smiled, looking at the odd little metal cans that Muggles liked to put fluids in. Something she had not discovered until she had turned nineteen. "And you brought beer not made of skunks as trade?" Dean was tall enough that she had to nearly look back up at the sky again to look at him.