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Luna Lovegood (luna_llena) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-17 17:50:00

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!dropped, day 08, dean winchester, location: library, luna lovegood, nymphadora tonks

Day Eight - Mid Morning
Who: Luna Lovegood, Tonks and Dean Winchester
What: Collecting the Girls
Where: Library
When: Day 8, Mid Morning
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

If it had not been for Tonks' presence, Luna would have tried to immediately find someplace to hide. Something that might have been problematic as she was quite claustrophobic at times, and when the threat of Death Eaters lay upon the immediate world heavily, she would have been terrified to be in a small place. As it was, she sat in a far corner of the room, her back firmly against a wall and one shoulder against a bookcase.

That Dean was coming, it eased her terror, if only a little. The Mark, the strange entries in the journal that she had read this morning, they all pointed to one idea in her mind, and it was one that had made her sleep fitful and grasped only in short intervals.

Luna was frankly terrified, and it was not something that she could or would deny. It was not the death that Voldemort's followers wrought, it was the torture, and the shackles, and the windowless, skyless cells. One of her hands slid into her jacket pocket and grasped the three blue Pixie Stix in her pocket, the move unconscious and unnoticed. With her knees pulled up against her chest, the small witch was more of a ball of frightened humanity than her usually dreamy self.

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hellsboy
2009-06-12 03:41 pm UTC (link)

Dean gave Luna's hand a squeeze as she put it into his. Such a trusting gesture considering everything that had been happening today and the state she'd been in when he'd found her a few minutes ago. The Cheering Charm really did work, apparently. He was pretty sure he was going to need a few of those for himself when all was said and done today.

He shifted his eyes toward Tonks and asked, "Where is a good place for you two to hang out until this all blows over?" The question was half rhetorical. He wasn't sure Tonks had any ideas better than his own. What he wanted to do was bring them to Sam. Instinct told him that Sam was the best person to delegate responsibility and ensure things worked the way they should. Or maybe that was just his brotherly instinct to trust the one person he knew in this place the most.

"Where did Logan go?" he added to his list of spoken questions. He'd like to have smacked that one around a little for leaving them by themselves. But then he wasn't feeling very philanthropic toward most of the men in Vas Captio today. So best not to even think about it.

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polymorphic
2009-06-27 07:37 pm UTC (link)

"Mm. Somewhere where there's a lotta folks." She suspected that Luna was a bit like Tonks herself, and preferred the company of others during darker times. Social creatures, as it was. But she was still relatively new to the area and didn't quite know where that was. "The gymnasium, maybe?"

Ah, as to where Logan went, Tonks gave the hamburger-coated knight a wry smile. "He can't just watch over us two all day." Reminded to Dean. Logan was one of their biggest muscle, and he was going to be needed in other places.

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luna_llena
2009-07-03 01:55 pm UTC (link)

With a nod of agreement, Luna wished for a safe haven like Grimmauld Place was supposed to have been. Protected by spells and hexes and old, old magic. "It's a shame there is no place guarded by gargoyles, their protection is difficult to match."

Of course it was just as likely that Dean and Tonks had either not known of their protective qualities, in Luna's thoughts, or chose to disbelieve in the old myths. Churches might have been protected by them in the past millennia, but the creatures used to roam about and set protective lairs for those they chose to save from darkness.

Quite possible they all settled down for a nap when the Muggle Christians began placing them about their houses of worship. Poor things needed a few millennia of rest. Always chasing humans about and trying to keep themselves from harming themselves and each other. One could tear their hair out just thinking of taking the task.

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