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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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polymorphic
2009-05-18 09:05 am UTC (link)

She was petite, yes, but a fighter. So, against a Muggle, it was less a show. Against another wizard, who had their wand? And a Death Eater? Totally a show. But it was the Yank with the interesting taste in music. Quick glance over to Luna, to make sure that she was seriously okay with the man, and then Tonks nodded once. "Tonks. Knight with pink hair." Said with a wry grin and a handshake. Least right now it was pink.

She crouched down as well, putting the stick that was supposed to be a wand in her back pocket with her journal. Moody would have yelled at her, but it felt comfortable there. She felt a little more in control with something that at least felt vaguely familiar. "Nothin' doing, lambie. I took some pokes around and couldn't find anything." From a crouch to an unceremonious flop onto her rear. Hands tousled through bright hair. It was whoever had the control-stick, fucking with them. That was what it was, Nymphadora.

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luna_llena
2009-05-18 11:35 am UTC (link)

Luna wrapped her arms tighter around her legs, her hands sliding over one another as one moved to tighten her fingers around her wrists in a clasp. She had drifted off into her own world while they introduced themselves, without meaning to. The safety of her internal little space of dreaminess was threatened too much to remain their for more than a second before she did her best to drag herself immediately back out again.

Usually peace could be found there, now only shadows of nightmarish figures.

Physically okay? It took a moment to get the message through, but she managed a stiff little nod through her fear, which blocked her off like the wall behind her and the bookshelf beside her. "No evidence of the Cruciatus, of Avada?" While her voice shook, especially on the name of the former curse, Luna needed to know and Tonks would know what she spoke of. That those two curses were left in traces in the wake of each attack, as if they were the favorite toys of Death Eaters.

What she really feared snaked its way out next, "Of Lucius Malfoy? I do not wish to go back, please do not let me go back."

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