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

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Entry tags:!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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[info]polymorphic
2009-05-20 11:52 pm UTC (link)
Tonks was a people-watcher, and was doing that right now. Eyebrows lifted a little, quirky smile appearing as she saw how Luna and Dean touched each other. It was those small things that she had done with Remus. And those small things that made her realise that she had a huge crush on the older man. She hoped he and Sirius and the rest of the gang were doing alright.

"Wandless cheering charm! Oh, that's ace!" Obviously, Tonks knew what Luna was talking about. "Let's see it, then." And then she laughed at Dean's comment. "Normal is completely overrated at any rate." Said with a wink. He was Charlie Weasley in Muggle form. It amused the older (well, currently younger) witch. She liked this version better than Atlas Shrugging-Dean.

"Let's have a look as we're going." Still, there was a mission at hand. And currently it included changing locations.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-05-21 12:31 pm UTC (link)
Choosing to focus on her two companions was allowing her to reel in her fear, at least a little. The last thing she needed was another flashback as she had had the night before, something that she had not had in years. They had only started in her seventh year anyway, and she had not been alone in dealing with them. So many had required mental Healers in order to sort everything out.

A small, tremulous smile was gifted in exchange for the one Dean turned on her. She gave an equally small nod to answer both their questions/comments, not pulling her hand from Dean's.

It worked well as a momentary distraction, holding one palm upwards and focusing on it for half a second until the necessary little globe of golden surface appearing. Blowing on its surface to put more air inside was just another step to pushing off her fear. When it had finished, it blew off her palm in a perfect bubble form to float lazily away and upwards. Luna pulled a slight smile from her array.

They really were Cheering Charms.

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