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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-27 19:00:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 01, location: church, luna lovegood

Day One - Night-time
Who: Andy Gallagher & Luna Lovegood
What: Heading back to shelter for the night
When: 10:00 pm
Where: The Church
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

By the time Andy and Luna were on their way back to the church for the night, the sun had long since gone down and the rain was coming down in buckets, thunder rumbling and lightning brightening the sky in random splashes of blue-white. They'd had to take it a lot slower than he'd hoped they could've and he thanked whatever powers that he'd found a poncho in the thrift shop earlier. He'd wrapped a bunch of clothes that he and Luna had found in it and at least those would be dry.

It was a lot harder, too, to navigate the dirt road in the dark with only the spurts of lightning in the distance as a guide. By the time they'd gotten where he thought was close to the cemetary, Andy had pulled his coat off and, shivering, held it over he and Luna's heads.

"Okay, this is gonna be s-s-s-s-seriously b-b-balls, but we're gonna need to build a f-f-fire," he managed through chattering teeth. "Easy on the s-s-steps," he added when he nearly faceplanted himself on them on his way up to the church door.

When he was up them, he held a hand out to Luna to help her, figuring with the mud everywhere and the rain still pouring down, her sandals would have her slipping and sliding all over the place. He was freezing and soaked to the bone, not to mention exhausted; she must be worse off in that thin little dress of hers. His hoodie must weigh a hundred pounds to her by now...

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luna_llena
2009-03-27 06:31 pm UTC (link)

The 'thrift' shoppe had certainly been Luna's favorite place of those few that they had seen here. Not because they had not explored, but because there truly was just so little inside their bubble world. That might not be what the others might call it, but it was a suitable title to her mind. Yes, though, the shoppe? Lovely. Full of interesting pieces of clothing, although no robes, even if she did not mind all that much anyway about that fact.

Inside the store she had flitted around like a hyperactive honey beetle, picking out things here and there for herself. Only coming out to be two or three outfits, but enough for her. Her size was somewhat hard to find, and she had resorted to picking out a very small man's white button up shirt. Possibly a part-goblin. Someone just a bit bigger than Flitwick had been.

The children's section had held the most interesting things for her.

Luna had even gained a jingly bell anklet that sounded off when she moved, and had made her do a little dance just to test out that there were not dust bunnies lurking inside their depths. She had no desire to have her ankle nibbled on when she was not looking, all because she had not thought to double check.

Walking back to the church had been a tiny bit treacherous, but she had been more oft to dancing away for a short time out under the rain's heavy cloak than staying completely under the coat Andy had held over them. Her investigations (this was a strange new environment after all) had to be postponed due to the fact that she had nearly tumbled into the mud when her foot had slipped. The shoes she wore had been picked out for an unusually bright and warm English day, not a rainy and cool...wherever they were space of time.

Thankfully taking Andy's hand with her icy fingers, which she had not registered as cold until town, Luna sloshed forward. The sloshing due to the heavy and wet weight of the absorbent clothing she wore over her sundress. "Fire?" she repeated hopefully.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-27 07:07 pm UTC (link)

Andy helped Luna up the stairs and into the church. Shuddering against the cold, no sooner was Andy inside than did he take off his jacket, hanging over a pew toward the back of the church. His sopping wet t-shirt soon thereafter followed. His sneakers were not far behind, either. If he'd been alone, the jeans would be off, too, but there was Luna to consider. "Fire, yeah, the matches gotta be dry by now, so if I can just find--ow FUCK ME!" he shouted, crumpling against another pew after having stubbed his toe, hard, on it.

"Mother fucker," he said through gritted teeth. "Be careful," he added in a low, annoyed voice as a warning for Luna.

Groping his way through the church, he finally found his - or maybe it was Luna's - survival kit and picked up the matches, fumbling with the box until he was certain it was upright so as not to spill the matches all over the floor. Once he was satisfied that he was holding it properly, he slid it open and took out a match striking it on the side of the box and grinning widely when it ignited. "FI-YAH!" he called out playfully. "I. Have made fire!" The match stick was a few inches long, so he looked around frantically for something to light on fire so that the flames wouldn't be wasted. "Luna, do you see anything we can make a torch out of?"

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luna_llena
2009-03-27 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Shaking in a faint imitation of a shaggy dog, with her soaked long blonde hair, which would likely take forever and five minutes more to dry, Luna stepped into the dry building after Andy. With faint interest, if only because his actions were both logical and strange, she watched him for a minute before becoming distracted by the pack of tic tacs in her pocket. Nearly all were still inside, and she held it up to try to peer at it in the dark.

When Andy went down with what she could guess was a curse, she climbed over one pew to look over the one he had fallen against. Upside down, at least for him, she leaned over and looked into his face. "Are you hurt badly?" And then, after a moment, "What does 'Fuck' mean?" Luna had heard it before, but had never exactly been in a position to ask the meaning of it. The word seemed applicable to a variety of situations, very flexible.

He was off doing something else while she pulled the uncomfortably heavy wetness that was the hoodie, carefully hanging it on a fixture on one of the walls. So that it might eventually dry out, without damaging the wood of the pews. A Reparo spell was impossible here, after all. Unheeding of the current...state of her white dress, over blush pink and mooncow silver underwear and bra, she immediately danced over at his explanation.

With wide eyes she looked at the match, tilting her head as she tried to look at it from multiple angles. His question reminded her of the fact that it would probably burn down, it was Muggle after all, and she set off to find torch material. A broken chair back gave her a medium-sized, smooth but unvarnished piece of wood, a piece of some ripped white cloth on the large wooden table piece would be some fuel. Not much though, she thought as she brought back her treasures. "Torch building necessities," she smiled in the extreme lack of light.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-27 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Groaning low in his throat, Andy frowned up at her in the darkness. "I'll live," he sighed. When she asked what 'fuck' meant, though, he had to laugh in spite of himself. "Oh, Luna..." he said with a smirk. "Uh. Well a lot of things, I guess, but all it was just then was an expletive," he replied. "You're so fucking adorable. That was an adverb," he added with a smirk.

Andy's eyes widened slightly at the sight of her, having taken his hoodie off presumably to dry. He forced his eyes back up to her face, because it was just messed up to stare - as bad as he might want to - at the way her dress clung, wet and translucent, to her body. A small smile crossed his lips as she seemed, once again, fascinated by it.

She'd gone off to look for something to make a torch out of, but by the time he heard her voice coming back toward him, the match had burned down to his fingers and he'd shaken it out with a painful hiss. Striking another match lit up the room dully again and he grinned proudly at Luna. "Awesome, thank you!" he said quickly, holding the match up to the fabric. When it didn't catch, Andy shook the match out and dropped the stick on the floor. "Hang on, got a better idea," he said, gathering a small handful of the matches together and striking them all at once. There was still Luna's box of matches if nothing else.

Andy squinted against the light of the matches and this time, when he held them up to the fabric, the fabric took instantly and Andy smiled widely at Luna. "You know, we make a hell of a team," he told her. "Where'd you find that?" he asked, nodding toward the piece of chair. "I'm gonna see if I can make the alter into a fire pit so we have some heat tonight when we're sleeping without having to worry about it catching everything on fire..."

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luna_llena
2009-03-27 08:42 pm UTC (link)

"Oh," the little blonde hummed out in some sort of comprehension. She understood nearly all English Wizarding swears that she had heard, which could get a bit graphic depending on the speaker. And even understood a good deal of English Muggle swears (she did not call them 'curse words' as those were things like 'Avada Kedavra' in her world). "Like Merlin's beard! Or...bugger!" For a moment she paused, putting a finger to her bottom lip. "Although bugger does have to do with sodomy."

"Thank you," she added belatedly to the compliment, in the same tone of voice that she had used to detail what buggery consisted of. As if she was mentally on a tropical island somewhere, stretched out on the sand, in the sun. Rather than dripping wet, with soaking hair and muddy shoes and clothes. In the middle of Merlin only knew where.

Matches, she decided, were interesting, but did not seem to work all that well. Fire that only stood on your fingertips and then burned you soon after. Surely even the Muggles had another way.

With an echoing smile of her own, Luna beamed happily. The torch was definitely an improvement light wise, as she could actually see around the room more than simply shadows with a touch of light. "Over there," she pointed, "By the dungeon door." He made a comment about sleeping and fire, and she nodded avidly, "Burning to death in our sleep would not be pleasant, I imagine. Although I don't have personal experience."

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brain_ninja
2009-03-27 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Raising his eyebrows slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face, Andy nodded slightly. "Yeah, I guess. And fuck does have to do with sex," he replied, echoing her addition with his own. Luna's swear words sounded a lot more tame than the ones with which Andy was familiar, but then he considered their apparently vast difference in culture and thought maybe his sounded just as bland to her as hers did to him, so he didn't point it out to her.

"You're welcome," he said slowly, licking his lips and allowing himself a few seconds of peeking at her since she seemed to be off in her own little world. It was short-lived, because he didn't want to get caught, but God damn. He almost didn't want to start a real fire at all, suddenly far more in favor of suggesting body heat to her as an alternative.

When she pointed, Andy followed her finger with his eyes. "The basement, you mean?" he asked, a little confused, but thinking perhaps he followed in any case. As he started over that way, he laughed a little. "Yeah, me either and I'd like to keep it that way, thanks," he replied over his shoulder.

Picking up the chair, he headed back toward the front of the church and paused, looking at the alter with his head tipped to the side like a confused puppy. "Well, shit. That seemed like a better idea before I said it out loud. How..." his voice trailed off. "The baptismal!" he shouted suddenly. That would make a great pit, since it was made of porcelain; it wouldn't melt and it wouldn't catch fire, if he wasn't mistaken. If he pulled the cloth off the alter and laid it on the floor, that could be their bed, unless she wanted a pew, but he thought he'd rather be as close to the fire as was safe, because he, personally, was freezing his fuckin' balls off.

He grinned a little. Then, they could put the baptismal under the alter and it'd actually kind of look like a real fireplace. "Awesome," he breathed, thinking aloud. "Here, put that thing in one of those candle holders over there, you know for the big ass candles they have for, like, Christmas and Easter masses or whatever," he said, pointing after nodding at the torch she held. "I need help knocking this thing off the pedestal," he added by way of explanation before crossing the room and approaching the baptismal. "We'll use the chair for kindling, use the torch to light it and leave the torch up in the candle holder when we're done just so we can use it again later...and then light the fire in this thing so it doesn't spread, y'think?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

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luna_llena
2009-03-28 03:13 am UTC (link)

"Not with animals, I hope," Nodding as if it made perfect sense, which it did, to her, Luna fiddled with the ends of her dripping hair. "Buggery is not just sodomy after all." It would have been nice to sit down and rest her muddy and tired toes, only she did not want to get the pews completely soaked with her muddy wet clothes.

As if noticing it for the first time, she looked down at herself, and made a soft 'hm' of a noise. The fact that the underwear set that Ginny had dragged her out to buy a week ago were showing through her clothes was marked as little more than 'out of the norm.' Unlike many of the fashion witches she had seen in the magazines she had been shown, she did not normally put her underwear on display. It was something that would have to be rectified. Still, the entire subject was treated with ease and casualness. "My clothes need to be changed," she remarked almost off-handedly.

Luna just was not the self conscious type.

She nodded, "The dungeon," came her agreement. "Americans call them 'basements?'" They were stranger than she had previously thought, even by just a grain or two more.

Despite the disparity in their ways of speaking, they did seem to be getting along okay. With pauses in between for translations, but still, along okay. What a 'baptismal' was, she could not guess, at least not until he demonstrated which odd or end in this house of worship belonging to Muggle Christians it was. Still, she quietly followed his orders, and had to stretch up to her full height (as small a length as that really was) in order to place the homemade torch into the candle bracket. Although, it was not so much homemade as strange-church-made. Which had a far less melodic ring to it, as a phrase.

She nodded once by way of answer, as she came up behind him. Speech was a little difficult as she was beginning to shiver and her words would have become chattered and difficult to understand.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-28 03:44 am UTC (link)

"No, gross!" Andy gasped as though what Luna had suggested was the most disgusting thing he'd ever heard. It was, he supposed, when he thought about it. "No. With other people," he clarified, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Man, was this what it was like having The Talk with a child? If that was the case, screw that noise; Andy'd get a little snip-snip when he got back home and nip that shit right in the bud. "Neither is fucking," he replied, smirking.

Andy looked back at her and nodded. "I left the poncho back there somewhere, with all our shit all in there," he replied. "Dry clothes and everything, I mean," he added.

Another smile crossed Andy's face at yet another misunderstanding. "Yeah we call 'em basements. Dungeons are a whole other thing," he laughed. And that, he was not going to explain, even if she did ask for clarification.

For a couple of misfits from two different sides of the world and walks of life, Andy was pretty pleased by the fact that, for the most part, he and Luna seemed to be on the same page. Luna understood what he was asking and seemed more than willing to help him out.

Although, the smile started to slide away from his lips when he looked back at her. He could be mistaken, but in the flickering firelight, it looked to Andy like Luna's chin was quivering a little. Like either her teeth were trying to chatter or she was about to cry and he couldn't tell which because of the way the shadows danced across her face.

"Hey...you okay?" he asked, his brow knitting with concern.

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luna_llena
2009-03-28 10:28 am UTC (link)

"Oh good," she announced, not feeling the need to mention Aberforth Dumbledore and his goats. "That's okay then." Buggery had been illegalized in 1533, she remembered, having picked up an odd Muggle book and having had remembered wondering why it took them so long with the cross species part of that law. Although the rest of it made little sense to her, and was better left where it was, bound to the history books only.

Luna went to find the poncho, and pulled it back once she did, to pick out items to change into. Although it would probably make sense to change immediately, she would wait until Andy was working on the fire. That way she could help him with the two-person part of the job, then pull of her soaked clothes off and replace them with drier and warmer fabrics.

The best, and most quick thing to do right then was to wring out her hair as best she could, as well as the bottom of her white dress. Dripping quite a lot of water in a spot on the far side of the church. Luna undid the ties on and removed her sandals, to drop them in the center of the small circle of rainwater and mud she had made. Before she headed back to the light and to Andy. While she wished she could be a bit tidier with it, she made a mental note to come back and straighten the haphazard way she had left her shoes lying.

"J-just c-c-cold," was her chattered reply. Truth was, her size made her even more susceptible to cold. Yes, it did make crawling into small spaces, or climbing up and over things rather easy, but it did little to insulate her from the cold. Cold and rain, she amended mentally. If she had her wand, which was soon becoming a repetitive 'what if' comment, she could cast a warming spell. Warm her right up, but she had to rely on the Muggle way and wait for the fire to be ready. "C-can we make the fire now?"

Her fingers were icy, her toes were swiftly on the way to completely numb, and her hair was depositing fresh drops of icy water down her back and down her legs. Even after being rung out.

"A-are you ok-okay?" It seemed fair to reciprocate, as her arms went around her own body in the meantime for warmth.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-28 12:06 pm UTC (link)

As Luna headed back for the poncho, Andy decided to get to work. Maybe the effort would warm him up a little, anyway. Picking up the chair, he held it high over his head and swung it down and around, hard, slamming it against the pedestal of the baptismal. Neither the pedestal nor the baptismal bowl even so much as quivered. The chair, however, snapped and splintered, clattering in pieces to the floor.

Frowning slightly, Andy took hold of the bowl firmly with both of his hands and pulled, grunting with effort. Then, he pushed. It didn't budge. "Well, there's kindling at least..." he muttered to himself, frowning at the idea of having to leave the baptismal in tact and simply lighting the fire in it where it was. It wouldn't be as warm that way, but there'd still be light at least. Some of the heat would have to reach them, wouldn't it?

When Luna answered his question, Andy's face fell. Whether she'd realized it or not, she was shaking like a leaf and looking a bit like a drown rat. ...and she still hadn't changed into dry clothes while his back was turned. "Oh, Luna...go change, I won't look," he said sympathetically, shuddering as a cold chill ran through his own body. "I'll make the fire, you change," he insisted.

With that, he turned his back on her again, unable to keep looking at her like that, cold and wet, because the only thing he could think of to help her get warm was hug her and he didn't know whether that would be welcome. Bending down to pick up the broken pieces of the chair, he deposited as much as he could fit into the baptismal and then, making sure that his back was to her the whole way, headed over to the makeshift torch and picked it out of the candle holder. On his way back, he snagged the alter cloth and when he returned to the baptismal, he stuffed the cloth in unceremoniously, arranging the pieces of broken chair around it with his free hand.

Andy lit one end of the alter cloth with the torch and stood back, watching as the flames licked their way toward the wood and caught. A wave of relief washed over him as his plan seemed to work and there, they now had a bonfire in a baptismal.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, he found himself thinking fleetingly and with a bit of amusement, as Andy himself wasn't terribly religious, but it seemed awfully blasphemous lighting a fire with an alter cloth in a baptism bowl.

"I'm okay," he answered her finally, staring at the flames. "Can I turn around? You dressed?" he tried. "Actually...scratch that, I'll be right back," he contradicted himself as his eyes roamed up past the alter itself and to the bench where the alter boys would sit during mass. Leaving Luna in the light of the new fire, Andy took the torch and headed back into the little room off to the left of the bench and looked around. Grinning, he snatched up two more alter cloths, one of white and the other a deep purple. "Lemme know when I can come out, Luna!" he called out. He'd lay one of the cloths down as a bed, still and he'd give the other to Luna as a blanket. She needed it more than he did, he thought.

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luna_llena
2009-03-28 07:44 pm UTC (link)

It was with interest that she watched him bash the chair against what she still thought of as a not entirely of-the-side-of-light object. Something about it just made her suspicious and wanting to avoid it like it was a naked Death Eater on fire. With contagious typhoid. Personally she could not quite understand what purpose smashing the chair against it was, but hearing him mutter (she had stepped quite close a moment later, before stepping away again), she understood.

Kindling, that was a clever way to achieve it.

"O-okay," she shivered out, "Y-you sur-re you d-don't nee-d a-ssist-ance?" Andy insisted, and she went off to peel herself out of the white dress that had looked so lovely earlier in the day. She had been happily at work before disappearing, and had just dropped off her latest article to the printer. Ice cream had been her goal, as it had been summer last she checked. Now it definitely did not seem like summer, not anymore.

Her dress made a wet slapping sound as she dropped it to the ground, after pulling it up and over her head. The clothes she had picked out, a small boy's cotton shirt that had pictures of odd characters labeled 'X-Men' on the front, a pair of soft cotton pants and dry underthings. Luna quickly shed her wet pink and silver lingerie and replaced them with the new (relatively) and drier set. The underwear had actually been in a small see through package, unopened. Which was definitely a good concept, she was not sure she would want to wear someone's previously worn knickers.

The fire lit just as she finished putting on a pair of socks. Which were, to her amusement, pretty much identical to Wizarding versions. Although they seemed a bit rougher, and the little bunnies on the white cotton did not hop about. A sad thing.

"I am now fully clothed!" she called back, raising her voice for the first time that day. Even as she collected her wet things and hung them over the back of the far pew, closest to the fire that was blazing merrily away.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-28 08:06 pm UTC (link)

As Andy stood in the back room, waiting for Luna to get dressed, he let his mind wander. If the Yellow-Eyed demon hadn't put him here - and he was fairly sure that wasn't the case, since he and Sam seemed to be the only Psychic Kids hanging around - then who had? Or, for that matter maybe, what? The idea of thinking 'what' just as easily as 'who' was almost maddening, considering the fact that a few days ago, Andy lived under the protective bubble of the belief that there were no such thing as ghosts and goblins; demons and boogeymen. He'd been wrong. The realization was disquieting, at best.

Another cold chill made him shudder and Andy dropped the alter cloths, stripping off his wet jeans with a grunt of effort...and a tumble to the floor when they stuck and he lost his balance. Hopefully, she hadn't heard. While he was down there, though, he kicked off the wet jeans and picked them up, wringing them out away from the alter cloths. They were still overly heavy and sopping wet, because denim was far more difficult to wring out than he'd imagined it would be.

The boxer shorts came next and Andy repeated the process. He hadn't found any underwear for him still in the packaging like Luna had for herself, but he figured commando wouldn't suck too badly under the baggy flannel sleep pants he'd found. Luna would never know anyway, so long as he kept his mind out of the gutter.

Andy picked up one of the alter cloths and wrapped it around himself like a towel and slung the other over his bare shoulder before bending to pick up his wet clothes, just in time for Luna to announce that she was dressed. "Good timing," he said to himself before coming out.

"Your turn," he said, whirling a finger in the air, motioning for Luna to turn her back as he walked past her and took a white undershirt and the sleep pants out of the poncho.

When he was satisfied that she wasn't looking - even if normally, he wouldn't have cared, but hello, shrinkage - Andy slung both alter cloths over the back of a pew and pulled the cotton pants on first, quickly following up by pulling the drawstrings tighter and tying them. "All right," he said as he pulled the undershirt over his head and picked up the alter cloths again.

Andy walked past Luna again and laid the cloth he'd wrapped himself in on the floor, going out of his way to make sure that he had it laying so that the part he'd been touching directly was face down. Then, he looked back at Luna as he opened the other. Giving her a weak smile, he approached her and wrapped it around her. "Not exactly a blanket, but it's better than nothing, huh?" he asked sheepishly. "I'm gonna lay down on the floor, close to the fire. On that one," he added, gesturing to the other cloth. "You're welcome to join me if you want, but I figured I'd give you the extra in case you'd rather not," he explained.

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luna_llena
2009-03-30 03:38 am UTC (link)

While she had heard a loud thud coming from the other room, Luna did not immediately rush in that direction for one of two reasons. One, because she did not think he would be particularly pleased if she burst in on him while she was changing. And two, because when bodies started falling for less than healthy reasons, you only rushed in when you had a plan, back up, and your wand at the ready.

Not much managed to actually make her nervous, to get under her skin. But the random prospect that Death Eaters might be involved, no matter the fact that none of them dared to step out of line while still being watched...

Her pronouncement of her state of dress had been made at the edges of her standing far from the fire. If only because she was close to the door, prepared to flee if the situation called for it. "You're alive," she announced with relief, her fingers having tangled themselves in the bottom of her long hair without her express permission. Silvery blue eyes were quite wide, seeming even bigger than normal in her face, as she realized that it was likely just something inane. And nothing to do with frightening men in masks.

Immediately she did as he asked, and turned around to face the doors to the house of the Christian God. Who apparently was out for at least the night. When he gave the word, she turned around, wanting to move back towards the fire. Dry her clothes might be, but the fire was so tempting.

She was surprised when he wrapped one of the cloths he carried around her, and was silent for a moment, before acting. On impulse she moved forward to hug him. And then was gone again within a few seconds. Luna Lovegood was not the tyype to really attract friends, at least not in her experience. The few she could count as such now were ones she had had to prove herself to (at least in their eyes) many times over before gaining any sort of acceptance. It was nice that someone was...nice to her. Without battles, without being on the run, even if the circumstances were not exactly 'of the norm' now.

"One bed would be fine," she answered, meaning no more than what she said. "Warmth would be easier then." Conservation of heat was always important in the cold, and they were rather lacking in layers and heating charms.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-30 03:53 am UTC (link)

Andy gave Luna a funny look and smiled awkwardly. "Of course I'm alive..." he replied. "Oh!" he exclaimed, realizing that she must've heard him falling over. "I tripped over my jeans trying to take them off," he explained. "I didn't mean to scare you...I didn't think you'd hear or I'd have called out to let you know I was okay," he added apologetically.

Part of him wondered if she'd thought he'd been had by the Death Eaters she'd talked about. The ones that killed and tortured Muggles, which, regardless of what Luna thought, Andy felt he was.

He blinked, a little surprised, when Luna hugged him, but before he could reciprocate it, she'd pulled away and Andy felt a little cheated by himself for not having reacted sooner. "What was that for...?" he asked. Andy couldn't actually remember the last time he'd gotten a hug, especially an unexpected one like that.

When she said that warmth would be easier if they shared a bed, Andy was glad. He wholeheartedly agreed. He got down on the floor and then laid down on the cloth. It was probably the least comfortable place Andy had ever decided to sleep and that was saying a lot considering the blur of his late teens and earlier twenties. "Are you warm enough?" he asked. "Because I mean..." he trailed off and gave her a sheepish look. "I dunno if it'd be crossing an understood boundary to suggest using each other's body heat until the heat from the fire actually gets to us down here, but..." Again, he let his voice trail off. He didn't want to push his luck.

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luna_llena
2009-03-30 01:54 pm UTC (link)

Constant Vigilance. A tenet that had mostly worn away over the years, completely without notice, apparently. Naturally she had stopped checking the DA coin, except for once in a rare while. Just in case. Death Eaters were the past for nearly everyone in the Wizarding world, they all wanted to forget that they ever existed. While still being unable to. Thankfully, for the most part, the instinct to jump at sudden sounds was long since past.

As well as the constant desire to remain outside, so she could see the sky.

The cloth formerly known as an altar cloth, because it could no longer be an altar cloth when it did not cover an altar, could it?, it was a comforting weight around Luna's shoulders. She pulled it tighter around her as he asked why she had hugged him. To her, as silly as another might see it, it was more than woven cloth. But was, instead, signifying a person (that being Andy) actually taking her needs into consideration without seeming to think about it.

It was not as if she would ever say she was neglected, per se. Just that those she could call friends did not seem to always to reciprocate her depth of friendly feelings. The connections she had had with the Golden Trio had faded over time, not disappearing entirely, but she no longer called them close friends. If only because she had slowly realized that they did not hold her in the same esteem, and that they rarely saw each other in recent days.

"You're a very good man, Andy," Luna answered honestly. That was all there was to it.

She followed him into lying down on the cloth covered floor. It was not exactly the worse place she had ever slept. It was semi warm, it was pretty clean, she was not alone and no screams or cries rent the night. All in all, not a bad place. Without saying anything, the little blonde with her partially dry hair lay down beside him. Half on her side, and half on her stomach, pulling her knees slightly up and her hands close to her chest and face. Turned towards Andy, she quickly fell asleep with the ease of someone who could sleep nearly anywhere. In nearly any circumstance.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-30 06:15 pm UTC (link)

A very good man, Luna said.

The statement stirred a memory of the day he wished he could forget from his past. You be good, Andy...

Yeah, right. Real good. He was trying, but life sure as shit wasn't making it easy on him.

Still, Andy was glad to see that Luna was going to join him. The reason was three-fold, really. It would be warmer with them laying together, he'd feel more relaxed knowing that she was right beside him and he wouldn't have to worry about someone snatching her right from under her nose (Andy had come to the conclusion that, in this place, apparently anything went), and well, she was Luna and she was sharing a makeshift bed with him.

She said nothing in response to his essentially unasked question about using one another to keep warm and before he could bother trying his luck by asking again, she'd turned to face him and pulled her knees up slightly; so that was a no, then. Faster than it had taken her to get down on the floor, she seemed to be out like a light.

"Luna?" he whispered, a little surprised. He'd only ever been able to pass out like that when he was drunk as fuck or stoned.

He turned on his side, propping himself up with his elbow and looked over Luna at the doorway to the church. It was closed, but he could hear thunder rumbling in the distance and the wind whistling through the warped wood out of which the building was made. He hoped that she'd latched it behind her so it didn't blow open in the middle of the night and put out their fire...

Andy's eyes returned to Luna and he smiled, rolling his eyes a little when a piece of her hair - that same piece that had been bothering her back in the woods that morning - slid down her face and fell over her eye. With a soft sigh, he gingerly pushed it back out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. How she was able to sleep while he, himself, was still so on-edge, he had no idea.

Finally, he laid back down after a few minutes of watching the shadows and firelight dance across Luna's profile. Lacing his hands behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling and tried to put together some of the many things running through his head. There had to be a reason they were here and if it wasn't all Psychic Kids, chances were that the Yellow-Eyed man wasn't it. That quite possibly knocked Sam off his pedestal of expertise, Andy thought, and that was disquieting, because if there was one person in the whole world, oddly enough, that Andy would trust to get them out alive and well, it was Sam Winchester. Even better if they managed to find a way to get Dean here, as well.

Yawning, Andy realized that as uncomfortable and slightly freaked out as he was about falling asleep where he was, he was losing the battle to stay awake. Part of it was the fear that once he fell asleep, he'd wake up in yet another new place, surrounded by still more unfamiliar faces. But, Luna was already passed out; he might as well join her. And so with another sigh, Andy closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep. Tomorrow was another day; they'd find their way out then.

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