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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-15 00:40:00

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!dropped, day 07, location: gas station, luna lovegood, sam winchester

Day 7, Afternoon
Who: Sam Winchester and Luna Lovegood
What: Snow Play
Where: Walking to the gas station
When: Day 7, afternoon
Rating: PG 13
Status: Active

The walk that Sam had gotten used to from the museum to the church seemed much different when everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow. It was well past midday and the wan sunlight from overhead was doing little to melt the snow that had fallen earlier that morning. There were some buildings where the drift had hit it just right enough where the door or windows were buried under a formidable wall of snow and he wondered how many of the journal occupants were stuck inside. It seemed kind of funny to be outside in the stillness of white when he'd just warned people to be careful, but Sam felt like he knew the town well enough that he was the exception. More than that, he needed to get out of the museum and busy doing something other than sitting around and wondering what Dean was doing. Or worse, what Shannon was doing.

He needed something to focus on and the prospect of heading to the gas station for supplies had been something he'd jumped up into a priority. He moved towards the church door the snow crunching underfoot. He reached out and knocked, jamming his hands in his pockets for warmth as he waited.

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demonboyking
2009-05-25 10:39 pm UTC (link)

Sam moved reluctantly from the warmth of the church to the freezing temperature of the outside again, though he couldn't help but smile at the ease that Luna moved from one environment to the next.

"How long did it take you to perfect that..." Sam had to stop himself from saying trick knowing that in Luna's case it wasn't a trick as much as something else. Ability or magic or a gift. He wasn't sure. He let his sentence hang unfinished as he shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced over at her. "Did it take long?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-26 03:47 am UTC (link)

"Spell?" She completed the phrase without needing to consider the fact, instead investigating falling snowflakes in the air. The witch knew that if she put caught one in her palm, it would melt, so she was left looking at them in the air in front of her. A freezing spell was what she could normally use to freeze several snowflakes in the air so that she could study them at any length, and she was almost certain she had seen a repetition in the pattern on several occasions. Oddly enough, magical snowflakes only came in about 32 patterns.

He asked, and she answered, "One day, two hours." A good amount of time for a relatively simple spell, if not for the added complication of even cracking the ice of wandlessness. Of course, unlike in school, where there were many other other things to have taken up her time, here she had had far more time to spend on drawing and controlling threads and fountains of magic. Thankfully she had had at least a foundation of knowledge and experience with a Cheering Charm to build off of.

"With a wand, it was a spell taught in my third year."

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demonboyking
2009-05-26 09:47 am UTC (link)

"Right, spell," Sam said, as they walked through the snow, his feet leaving large holes behind him. He didn't know if it was because of the snow or his petite friend but for a moment he actually did feel like a quarter giant. He smiled to himself and shook his head slightly.

"Not bad," Sam said, not really knowing if that was bad or not. Still, he was pretty sure he could've concentrated for one day, two hours and would've gotten nothing in return.

Something clicked for Sam as he pieced together bits from the conversation he and Luna had about her school the night of the wolf attack and he looked over at Luna. "So the wand acts like a conduit, to channel your ability." He paused. "But you can still perform spells without it."

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luna_llena
2009-06-04 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Snow always meant good things in Luna's past experiences, never had she had something bad happen to her or those around her while the snow floated down around them. In fact, Dumbledore's Army was founded on a snowy day, and that was an event that forever changed her life and world. Snow reminded of decorating big green trees around her house at Christmas time with her mother and father when she had been just a little witchling, and by herself to surprise her father when she had been older.

She nodded to his comment, as she had spent countless hours simply hearing Mister Ollivander talk about wand magic. They had shared stories and experiences with little else to do, and she had learned at least a little about what woods and wand cores did what to the nearly living entity that wands were. "Each wand is completely unique, and chooses its owner. Mine was designed solely for me years ago, after the first was taken." Luna was merrily leaving a perfect line of dainty footprints in the snow as she spoke, "White willow wood and a unicorn tail core."

"Some can," she answered, "All have the potential, but many do not see a reason to learn difficult wandless magic when wand magic is sufficient."

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demonboyking
2009-06-05 02:04 am UTC (link)

"Unicorn tail?" Sam repeated not quite sure if this was supposed to be a figurative thing from a white horse or something else or if there really were unicorns where Luna came from. He thought Dean would be pretty surprised if there were.

"So your powers are something you can develop with practice," Sam said slowly, thinking that this sounded an awful lot like the psychic kids developing their powers, though the wand magic Luna had described sounded a lot different than anything Ava had talked about.

He shivered slightly at the memory and looked over at Luna's perfect footprints. "Luna, this might sound weird, but have you ever dreamed about...a yellow eyed man?"

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luna_llena
2009-06-06 04:05 am UTC (link)

"A hair from the tail of a unicorn," she clarified, while looking up at the sky to look at the source of the snowflakes falling around them, the clouds. Before she looked over at Sam, "Does your world not have unicorns? Or perhaps you have not seen any as they prefer human females to males, and the innocents above all?" It was more than simply physical innocence, at least from what she had read, but a sort of mental innocence. A bone deep sort that was hard to forever lose, although many did.

Off looking at something else now, she nodded. "Oh yes, practice is essential. Without practice, how may we learn?" It was a reason that children of witches and wizards were taken to schools at the age of eleven, and rarely untaught. An untaught magic user could be dangerous, to themselves and to others. Magic had a way of escaping and bleeding out regardless of the desires of its user, if left completely alone, and it could have disastrous consequences. Or Blumbering Pilars could end up following them around.

Sam's question caused Luna to actually pause in place. "The Demon? The one Andy spoke of the first day?"

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demonboyking
2009-06-07 10:57 pm UTC (link)

"I don't think they exist in our world, but maybe I just haven't seen one like you said." He wasn't exactly innocent. Sometimes it felt like he never really had been, unless you counted the handful of years he'd had thinking that their dad was just a regular hunter.

Sam looked surprised for a moment, caught off guard that Andy had told Luna about the yellow eyed demon. "Yes," he said after a moment. "He appears as a man, though. In the dreams. But he has yellow yes." He looked over at her. "Anything since you've been here?"

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luna_llena
2009-06-18 04:41 am UTC (link)

"Oh," as the information was recalled, Luna was sure to pass it on. "Unicorns are native only to Northern Europe, they never did emigrate to the States." Having to remember that Americans ran into a far different array of creatures was something she was lapsing in, it seemed. It was a silly thing to forget, but she no more remembered some times than the Americans and Muggles remembered that her world and worldview were and needed to be vastly different.

Something less than pleasant flickered in Sam's eyes and Luna wondered where his memories took him.

The surprise drew an explanation from Luna like a wand drew a memory for a pensieve, "He believed I was like you, like him. That my powers were encapsulated quite well in my head, but he did not call it magic exactly." Neither of the two seemed to view abilities, powers, as something to be embraced and explored. An unusual idea, and occasionally leading to unpleasant sorts of things. Demons, hell, they were things she had never learned of, except as turns of phrases. To her, they did not exist and perhaps in her world, they did not. "My dreams have darkness, but they are not demonic, and the worst of those in them have fallen long ago."

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demonboyking
2009-06-23 12:06 pm UTC (link)

It made sense that Andy would've thought that Luna was one of them when they first got there. Sam still found that some of her turn of phrases could be taken to mean power in a different way than her idea of magic. Her abilities facinated and worried him.

He thought it was interesting that she still dreamed of people who were long gone. People who obviously must have been threats to her. "Good," he said after a moment, relieved at least that Luna wasn't getting visitations from the Yellow Eyed demon.

"Have you had any good dreams while you've been here?" Sam asked, suddenly curious. Luna seemed like the type of person who might dream on a normal basis. His dreams had stopped altogether since they'd arrived in this place.

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luna_llena
2009-06-24 01:29 am UTC (link)

Even while Sam worried about her abilities, Luna was playing with summoning another golden bubble in the palm of her hand. A minuscule flexing of magic, so much less than she could do with her wand in hand, at least when it came to pure power. To her it was perfectly perfect practice, a little globe of concentrated happiness. It took a bit of a happy thought, like a Patronus would, to summon, to send out perhaps a little echo of happiness to those around it.

From the perspective of an outside viewer, it might seem that she did not take her magic seriously, with her playing with bubbles and all. But Luna did have a soul deep respect and love for her magic, tinges with the proper awe. It was just that it had always been with her, she knew no other way than to feel magic flow through her veins as if it was alive. It was alive, to her mind, in fact.

"Yesternight I dreamt of pudding," it had been a good dream/memory. "Father and I had gone to visit Charlie Weasley at the Dragon Preserve in Romania, Father having a theory about Romanian Longhorns having great musical talent if given an instrument. None of the instruments he gave them seemed to be of their fancy, and by the sixth hour of squashed trumpets and flattened ocarinas, Charlie invited me to have lunch with him at the dragonkeeper's cafeteria. They had the most delicious chocolate pudding, with chips of white chocolate on top.""

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demonboyking
2009-06-26 02:08 am UTC (link)

Sam watched Luna's palm as she held it up in front of her, producing another golden bubble. It was funny, but the sight of it really did seem to cheer him a little despite the cold and the snow that was almost up to Luna's knees.

He rubbed his palms together for warmth and the sudden need for something to do with them. He wasn't going to be producing little golden bubbles out of them anytime soon.

"Dragons?" Sam repeated, not sure if this was also something that existed in Luna's world or just something she dreamed about. Though, on second thought he was pretty sure dragons didn't exist anywhere except in kids basements during D&D tournaments. He grinned as she described the pudding. "That does sound delicious."

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luna_llena
2009-06-26 02:28 am UTC (link)

Snow, she liked snow. The temperature did not bother her overly much, far less than it did Sam, even given the vast disparity in their sizes. And playing with her little golden bubble hovering in her hand was enough to draw her attention away that last little bit from the cold and the snow, and their too thin layers for the weather. Or of how warming charms would be lovely, like magical, invisible blankets wrapped around them by a loving mother.

Without the kiss on the cheek, but still lovely.

"Yes, dragons. Great big beasts who sometimes breathe fire out with their air, sometimes just smoke." She was sure that Muggles at least spoke of them in old fairy tales. Those odd little children's stories that rarely made sense and often ended rather gruesomely. "You would not have met those, I do not believe, not even if they exist in your world. We shield them from discovery by the Muggles, magically hide them from sight and perception."

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demonboyking
2009-06-27 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Sam gave a little snort when Luna described dragons for him. "I've heard of them," he said, smiling over at her. "But I've never actually seen one, no."

His brow creased when she said that they shield them from discovery. "How do you hide something that big?" Sam asked. "Or I assume, they're as big as they say." He paused, finding himself genuinely interested. "Are they?"

He caught sight of the pharmacy out of the corner of his eye. "Almost there," he said, glancing down at the snow covered ground. He had a sudden idea. "Luna, do you have snow cones where you're from?"

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