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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
2009-05-22 03:31 pm UTC (link)

"True enough, Tonks!" he answered. Normal was very overrated. He'd never been normal a day in his life. Not even back before Sam had come along and Mom had died. He'd always been a little charmer with a penchant for mischief far beyond what most kids his age had gotten up to.

They were both talking and doing something different. Dean felt like he had ADD just now. His focus was so divided that his head was all but going back and forth like he was looking at a tennis match. Though once Luna started the deal with the bubble he was completely fixated. He'd seen plenty of "magic" in his time. There was the dark power demons wielded and there'd been that coven of witches that only wanted to nab husbands without having to get plastic surgery among other things. But this was something else for some reason. Maybe it was because she was holding his hand and he could almost feel the tension in the room lift away some as she did whatever it was she was doing.

He was silent until the bubble had floated upward and Luna was smiling a bit more. "So that's what you were working on last time we saw each other," he muttered, still looking up after the bubble with some awe on his face. He gave her hand a squeeze and turned his eyes toward her and Tonks.

"Really should get on the move now. Are you two ready?"

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polymorphic
2009-05-23 04:41 pm UTC (link)

Tonks grinned widely, watching the bubble float up, up, and away. Cheering charms were always a favourite. Both bunny ears perked upwards then disappeared as if they were never there. "We should put them in various places round." Mused to herself thoughtfully. Cheering charms might help morale.

"That's completely ace, Luna!" Cheerfully spoken, then she was shooing them both. "Let's go. Where are we off to? Where's the safest, then?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-26 12:10 am UTC (link)

The bubble wandered away in the air, and Dean gained a slight nod of Luna's blonde head for his barely discernible comment. The spell did not work quite as expected, it did not direct itself at a specific target, it was visible rather than invisible to the naked eye. Or the clothed eye, even, if eyes wore clothes. Still, they seemed to do something to lighten the surrounding area, if only by being cheerful looking.

Her hand curled around Dean's larger one, not dissecting the fact that she had yet to let go, and neither had he. Despite the loosening of the coil of fear and worry wrapped around her insides, things were not yet peaceful and calm once more. Instead, she spared a slight smile at Tonks' assessment of her spell, and waited for the other two to decide where they were going. As long as it did not involve a small space and/or a basement, she was willing to be led for the moment.

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