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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for ([info]brain_ninja) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 00:17:00

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

Day One - Morning
Who: Andy Gallagher & Luna Lovegood
What: Andy and Luna wake up in the woods (Arrival)
When: 8:45am
Where: Forest/Church
Rating: PG-13 to R(language)
Status: Complete



Mumbling to himself, Andy turned his head, eyes closed in a lazy form of tossing and turning. His eyes slowly blinked open only to squint shut again. Rain? He'd been inside...

His head was swimming and his mind felt thick and heavy...a little like he'd smoked way too much pot, although he'd been stuck in Cold Oaks with Sam, Ava, and Jake; there was no marijuana to be smoked. It would've been nice, he had to admit to himself dully, seeing as how apparently they weren't going anywhere and a freakin' demon had put them there.

Rain. What the fuck? Andy opened his eyes again and looked up, squinting. Not really rain...more like the kind of mist setting on a hose or something. "Lame..." he mumbled unintelligably as he grunted in distaste and sat up to look around. "What the hell...?" he murmured, looking around.

God, he felt like shit. Head swimming, eyesight just coming back into focus and he felt numb all over. Uh, and he was in the woods? No, seriously, what the fuck?

Andy sat in the mud, scratching his head. "Sam?" he called out, or tried to; his voice was scratchy and low, like he'd been shouting and lost it in the process.


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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-20 11:52 pm UTC (link)
This was probably a dream, Luna decided, twirling a lock of her hair in between the fingers of her right hand. There was no residual magic that she could feel, and she had been both port-keyed and apparated enough times that she should be able to feel traces of it on her. So, it must be a dream.

If it was not a dream, oh well. It was not exactly a lovely looking dream so far, she usually dreamt of green fields when the dreams were good.

Setting off, now that she was firmly on her path, Luna's path, Luna practically skipped through the woods. If she had a red hood, it would be even more fitting, as it was her pale hair flowed out behind her. A blonde banner in the darkness.

Under one arm she held a small wooden box, which her fingers tapped a happy echo of a tune playing through her head. Off in the distance she heard a soft sound, pulling her immediately to a stop. Luna blinked, then changed direction, setting off once more. Through the trees, as she skipped her way here and there between them, she caught sight of a man standing by himself.

"Hullo?" she called.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 12:00 am UTC (link)
Andy looked down and noticed a small wooden box. Furrowing his brow, he opened it and then raised his eyebrows at the contents. Bottle of water...that made sense he supposed; he was a little thirsty. Uncapping it, he took a sip and sifted around with one finger. Matches...that were soggy. Useless. Tube socks? Really? A little book that looked like a journal or day planner with a pen taped to it. Frustrated, Andy shut the box and saw that it was marked "Survival Kit" with a logo above it saying Vas Captio.

"Survival my ass," he said, rolling his eyes as he wondered what Vas Captio was supposed to mean.

A female voice called out. "Ava? Ava! Yo, over here, it's Andy. That fucking demon move us again or what?" he called out, shoving the box unceremoniously into his hoodie pocket as he stood, one hand on a tree to steady himself. "Is Sam with you? Or Jake?"

He took a few steps toward the voice, unsure if he was really going the right way, because there was, of course, the possibility of an echo. The demon had to have moved them again. He smelled sulfur fading in the air, just like he had before and after he'd woken up in friggen Frontier Land.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 12:17 am UTC (link)
Peeking out from behind a tree, looking more like a wood sprite than a real girl with little twigs and a leaf or two stuck in her hair, Luna smiled at the stranger.

Somehow she had managed to keep her shoes on, through her little foray through the woods, and they did annoy her slightly as she stepped over a root protruding from the ground. Nearly forgetting to step over a second root, Luna's balance got a bit wobbly. Her hand clutching the little box wheeled through the air as she attempted to regain her footing.

"I don't have a Sam or a Jake, sorry." She apologized offhandedly, pausing her forward movement to look about this new copse of trees. They must have different personalities than the ones she had arrived among, and probably had a different nymph ruling over them. No dryad liked to travel so far from her own trees, distance was only an annoyance to them.

She cocked her head at what he had said, as she replayed his speech, catching her attention upon one tidbit. "Demons?"

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 12:23 am UTC (link)
Andy looked over at the sound of her voice. He had been going the wrong way.

All right, not Ava. He looked back at the woman and a grin spread over his lips. All right, not Ava! Granted, she had a pretty humorous arrangement of debris in her blond hair and her white sundress was covered in mud, but she was totally slammin' hot. Wherever this place was, it beat the hell out of Cold Oaks. Ava was a snotty bitch anyway and the cute one had already been hung like a fuckin' rag doll from the clock tower. Still, he should probably find Sam. She must be another psychic.

"Yeah, you know, the Yellow-Eyed man? What's your thing? I can control minds," he said easily. Ah, Freak Intros. Maybe he'd keep the gay porn bit to himself, this time, seeing as how Jake, Lily, Ava, and Sam hadn't appreciated the humor in it. He doubted this girl would.

Reaching out a hand to her, he gave a weak smile. "Andy," he offered. "What's your name?"

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 12:42 am UTC (link)
The man turned around, and Luna returned his smile with a wide grin of her own. Just because this could be a dream did not mean that she should forget her manners, not in the least.

She took no heed at all of her current appearance, as she stepped closer to the stranger, without displaying even the proper amount of hesitance or fear. An almost ignorant lack of fear. Her expression was open, just curiosity and friendliness, before she tilted her head back to look straight up. Trying to see the sky through the trees limbs and leaves, and pouting just a bit when she could not see the brightening sky.

Or was it darkening? Oh well, she could find out the time later.

"Yellow eyes?" Luna repeated, sounding out the words to herself, as she searched her memories to seek out some sort of recognition. "I don't think the DADA teacher ever spoke of him." Surely she would remember a man with yellow eyes. Even Voldemort had had sort of greenish eyes, although everyone, from what she could tell, saw a different color when they had looked into them.

Controlling minds, hm, "Like an Imperius spell?" With a careless flourish of her hand, an old habit left from always having her wand at hand. Its absence was a bit disheartening, but not entirely enough to bring her down. "I'm a witch!"

Luna smiled and took his hand, "Hullo Andy, I'm Luna."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 12:54 am UTC (link)
Andy followed her glance upward, wondering what she was looking at. He squinted again against the rain and looked back at her, rubbing a hand over his hair. The mist had turned to a slight sprinkle. It was coming down harder now, but not much. Water droplets sprayed off his hair as he rubbed and then dropped his hand, because really if it was still raining, what was the point in shaking the water out of his hair?

"Yeah, Yellow Eyes..." Andy said slowly. What the hell was the DADA? "You know, the demon that gave us our--wait, what? A what spell?" he asked, confused and furrowing his brow.

The way in which she brought her hand up to take his was...interesting...but he shook her hand and let out a huff of laughter. "A witch? All right, Luna. Potato, poh-tah-toh; I'm a freak, too. Not a witch, mind, but..." He let go of her hand and then looked around again. "I really gotta find Sam, because he's all into this creepy shit, so he'll know what's going on and what to do. Mind helping me look? He's uh..." he held a hand exaggeratedly over his head, "a fuckin' giant. Brown hair, green eyes...or blue..." he paused and laughed. "Or fuckin' pink, for all I know, I don't really remember. But, yeah, he's kinda the expert with this weird stuff, you know, like waking up in the middle of goddamn nowhere."

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 01:14 am UTC (link)
Completely oblivious to the weather, even as it made the tips of her hair drag against her back and arms, Luna inspected her toes in her sandals. Where she had originally had blush pink toenail polish, obviously not fingernail polish, as it was not on her toes, she now had pink toenail polish dotted with brown mud.

Before she looked back up at the man, Andy, and let him speak. "I don't know any demons," came the conversational addition. "An Imperius. One of the Unforgiveable Spells, forces others to do your will." The topic made her nose wrinkle just a little, when a memory cropped up of its use in the past, before disappearing and being immediately forgotten. "So, not with a spell?" Blinking big silvery blue eyes at him, as if inspecting a strange new creature, Luna leaned in as she stepped closer to him. Even if she had to tilt her head up to look him straight in the eyes, "Fascinating."

Luna wondered if he was a Muggle, or maybe a Muggleborn. At his question, she nodded enthusiastically, "Sure thing, a giant should not be hard to find." She looked around the woods that surrounded them, "Not even in these trees. Although we should watch out for flesh eating spiders, they are rather rude creatures. "Oh good, let's go." At least someone was used to waking up in the middle of a forest without warning, it had been a couple years for her.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 01:31 am UTC (link)
Andy blinked. An Imperius...she explained it like it worked the same way as his mind control...and she'd called it unforgivable. Andy deflated slightly. He supposed she was right. It wasn't like he used it for anything bad, really. Well...no, come on, the gay porn was funny, and he never hurt anyone by telling bill collectors that he'd already paid his shit or by ganking a cup of coffee off a passerby, really. But then he noticed that she was stepping closer and leaning in, looking him right in the eyes. "No," he said slowly, grinning a little stupidly back at her. "Not a spell. Just my stupid Jedi mind trick," he added lightly.

Raising an eyebrow at her as she looked around, Andy laughed. "I don't, like, literally mean a giant. He's just really tall." Wow, this girl was hot as hell but she was totally out there. Spells and giants and witches...what the hell?

He took a few steps toward her and looked over her shoulder, scanning the area. "I guess we just...walk until we find something or someone...?" he wondered aloud. That was what he'd done in Cold Oaks, anyway... As if by delayed reaction, because it had taken a second for Andy to register the rest of what she'd said, he pulled a confused face. "Are you from around here?" he asked. "Flesh eating spiders? Fuck that shit; they've got brains, right? If something has a brain, I can probably tell it what to do. I'll just tell 'em they don't want to eat our flesh and we're on our merry way. I don't really like this whole mind fuck thing I've got goin' on but it does come in handy in a pinch," he replied.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 01:51 am UTC (link)
With a curt and decisive nod, Luna decided that he definitely had not used an Unforgivable, which made him quite alright in her books. "That's okay then, only Dark Wizards use the Imperius spell anyway." She brushed a piece of mud off of her dress, completely ignoring the fact that there was much more than she could get off by simply brushing it off. "Oh and Professor Umbridge, but she wasn't very nice."

There was a pause, and then she asked her next question. "What's a Jedi?"

"Oh," Luna was disappointed he was not a giant after all. "Maybe a half giant then?" her tone was hopeful, remembering her dear friend Hagrid. Anyone who met that man could not help but be charmed, in her opinion.

"We could, I don't suppose you have a wand, I seem to have misplaced mine." Putting both hands to her long and mussed hair, Luna felt around for it one more time, despite the fact that she had already checked to see if she had put it into her hair. "Hm." Then she shook her head, "Oh no, I don't think so. You have a funny accent, you know. I'm from Ottery St. Catchpole, in Devon."

Luna nodded again, "Yes, they are only about," with a stretch of her fingers she indicated that they were the size of her palm. "This big though. Nowhere near as big as Acromantula, and they don't talk." Listening to his explanation, she could understand it. "That must be very helpful. So shall we go then?"

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 02:08 am UTC (link)
"I try not to use the mind thing if I don't need it," Andy replied. Anymore, went unsaid. He'd used it a lot in what was quickly becoming 'back in the day' for him, even if was really only less than a year ago. Between everything that went down in Guthrie with Webber and Trace and all that...well, it felt like an eternity. A lonely one.

Andy smirked. "A Jedi? Oh uh, it's..." his voice trailed off and he waved a hand dismissively. "Never mind." He didn't really know how to explain it, anyway, seeing as how he'd only picked up the word in casual lingo rather than from its source, whatever that was.

"A wand?" Andy asked. "Seriously?" He laughed a little and shook his head. "No, I don't have one of those." He grinned in amusement at the way she was feeling through her hair. He wondered if it was a tic or if she genuinely was looking for something in there. She had a lot of it, after all. "I could say the same for you," he pointed out genially. Scratching his head, he raised an eyebrow. "Devon? That in England? You sound English. I'm from Oklahoma. In America."

He watched as she demonstrated the size of the alleged flesh-eating spiders and made a face. "Ew, nasty. Well, in any case, if they're...around here..." he hesitated, reflexively wanting to say real things, "I won't let 'em getcha. I'm good for something, at least, huh?" he joked.

"Yeah, let's roll," he said, still feeling a little dizzy, but shaking it off as he started to walk. "You cold?" he asked, noticing that her dress, which was - much to his pleasure - white and thin, was starting to stick to her body from the rain. He almost hated to finish the sentiment, but he went on. "Cuz I'm wearing, like, a million layers and you can borrow the hoodie if you want."

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 02:38 am UTC (link)
"Well, that's good," Luna's voice was nearly playfully prim. "Making people do things they do not want to is awful naughty thing to do." At the moment he did not strike her as the dark magic type, they tended to blast you the moment you were in range. Besides, they were mostly underground or in prison now. Those that had survived anyway.

The tiny blonde nodded, "Yes, every witch or wizard has a wand." She stopped searching her hair, "My professors never did like me using it to keep my hair in place, but how else am I supposed to keep it out of my face?" It seemed like common sense, because it was not only helpful, but in easy reach. Strange to be without it now, after so many years with it at hand always.

Funny to consider her accent out of place, even though it was a Devon accent and therefore considered just a little odd to other people. Or so she had been told. "Yes indeed, I live in London now, however." The name Oklahoma seemed somewhat familiar, although she could not place where if at all she had heard it before. "Oh America, that would explain it then. I have never met an American before."

Bestowing a toothy smile upon the man, "Why thank you. Just remember that they're awful ticklish." Especially around the knees, but she was sure that he already knew that.

Andy pointed out the temperature, which she had not quite noticed until just then. Even though there was a bit of fog around her breath, which she had played with earlier, puffing her cheeks up and blowing out hot air for fun. "That would be very helpful, thank you." Even after all these years, it was just strange to not have someone stealing her things for fun. Someone lending her something of theirs was entirely new.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 02:51 am UTC (link)
Andy laughed at the tone in her voice and pulled a face, amused none the less. "Yeah, so I hear." He gave her an apologetic look before it morphed into a smirk. "I'll try and behave myself, Luna, I promise." He held up two fingers. "Scout's honor." Or whatever. Andy hadn't ever been a boy scout.

Raising his eyebrows, he looked back at her. "I thought wands were specifically for fairy godmothers or something," Andy replied, still amused but also bordering now on completely lost. "I also thought that was all bullshit, but apparently not?" he asked, smiling.

"Well, as I live and breathe," he replied. "I'm a Yank. I've never met a British person before, either, so hey, hooray for meeting new people, huh?" he joked.

God, she was cute. Andy wondered if she had any idea just how much so. Probably. The good looking ones always did. If they ever found Sam, likely she'd never give Andy another glance, he assumed. Maybe finding Sam wasn't such a great idea after all... "Ticklish? I am not tickling a spider, peaches, ain't gonna happen. Especially one that big." He shuddered at the thought of even seeing one, much less touching or tickling one. Ticklish spiders the size of one's hand who ate human flesh. Andy made a mental note never to visit London. Ever.

He was admittedly a little disappointed that she'd taken him up on his offer. Luna seemed a little flighty, so he'd kind of been hoping she'd shrug it off and he could continue to enjoy the view, but when she thanked him for the offer, Andy shrugged off his jacket and held it out to her, waiting until she took it to pull the hoodie up over his head. "The jacket's not as warm," he explained as he took it back and held the hoodie out to her. "It's not lined. That's got fleece on the inside. Sorry if it smells like pot, but hey, whatever works, right?" he asked as he shrugged the jacket back on and kept walking beside her.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 03:09 am UTC (link)
His hand signal earned him a tilt of her head in contemplation, her brow furrowing for a second. An odd phrase, to be sure. While she did not really understand how a scout came into the equation, she brushed off the thought as some sort of American thing. Luna Lovegood considering anything odd was just a strange idea to contemplate, another fact her mind did not dwell on in the least.

"I have yet to meet a faerie, but I suppose if their children required spiritual guidance, a godmother would be a suitable solution." With a nod to acknowledge that that thought solved everything to her mind, a stray piece of hair flopped onto her forehead. She brushed it aside with a flick of a finger, without even thinking about it.

Luna smiled, "Yes. New people are always fascinating, unless they're attempted to explode you or set the neighborhood on fire." Her statement was relayed without rancor, in a dreamy tone. As if she was speaking about how drizzly the weather was at the moment, or that candy was sticky when you chewed it.

Blissfully ignorant of Andy's thought processes, Luna's attention was on some nearby toadstools. She bent over to peek underneath them, and was slightly disappointed to see that no gnomes lurked beneath to take shelter from the rain. Hopefully they did find someplace dry in the meantime, no one enjoyed getting caught out in the rain. "They are not too bad, Acromantula spiders grow to be the size of the engine of the Hogwarts train."

While holding Andy's jacket for him, she peeked to see if there was some sort of emblem on it. She was still wondering if he was simply a Muggleborn who had been overlooked by one of the American schools, after all, full Muggles did not have any magic of their own. He handed her the hoodie, and she sent him a thankful smile. "I don't mind if it smells of pots, Herbology was one of my favorite courses." With a wriggle she slipped the sweatshirt on over her head, over her far too clinging dress.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 03:33 am UTC (link)
"Yeah...wait. What?" Andy asked, scratching the back of his head and looking back at her with confusion firmly etched into his features. "I was kidding about fairies...joke. You know, 'ha ha?'"

He gave her, however, a fond smile when she flicked some hair out of her face. "Here," he said, reaching over and tucking her hair behind her ears. "That always worked really well for Tracy," he said with a hint of sadness in his smile as he dropped his hands back to his sides.

"That's kind of a heavy statement..." he said unsure if he should be amused or horrified, however he was leaning toward the former.

Either she was completely oblivious or she was teasing, but Andy couldn't help himself from craning his neck to take an appreciative glance when she bent over. He looked away quickly when she spoke and then returned his eyes to her face as though he'd never been looking at all. "Damn..." he breathed. "That's some scary shit." Either that or she was insane. Quirky and cute, though, so he supposed it'd be pretty easy to get along with her either way. They seemed to be doing well enough so far, anyway...

"No, no, not pots; pot. Weed? Grass, cannabis, marijuana... you know?" Maybe she hadn't actually misunderstood, though, now that he thought about it, because she'd mentioned herbology and it certainly was a herb, he supposed. "Better?" he asked, raising his eyebrows once she had the hoodie on.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 03:56 am UTC (link)
Luna's lips stretched into a smile, "I didn't realize. It was quite funny now that I think about it," distractedly she laughed for a second, as she reran what he had said in that context. Even while she wondered if the children of Fae required spiritual guidance. Never before had she heard of a Fae needing a wand to focus their magic, however.

There was no flinching away from his fixing her wayward hair. That short-lived tic of hers had appeared and disappeared long ago. "Tracy?" Came the curious question, wondering at the name. It was an unusual name, she thought. Even as she sounded it out in her head. Ter-ayh-cee. Huh.

With a wave of her hand, Luna dismissed her former words. Or rather the memories of their truth, "Truthfully, there has been little cause for alarm in years. The Aurors handle any such problems anymore." People could do wondrous things, she knew, even while some rare ones did bad.

She nodded, "Ron always did go on and on about how several attempted to consume him when we were all children. Never did tell me whether they had three white spots or two, I consider it a lost opportunity." Acromantulas did not overly interest her, people already knew they existed, and therefore were not a challenge. Always on the look out, she was, for a mysterious creature to be discovered and studied.

"Oh!" Came the sound of realization, "Like Pipeweed? I once met a wizard who was always smoking the stuff. Had an obsession with jewelry." Not many wizard that she knew of were so attached to golden, shining things, but to each their own in her opinion. Smoothing her hands down the front of the hoodie as she settled into the fabric around her, she nodded. "Very much so." If she had had any clue as to where her wand was, she could have cast a warming charm, but a Muggle piece of clothing did quite well on its own.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:07 am UTC (link)
Andy watched her with amusement and could nearly see the cogs turning in her head. When she repeated Tracy's name, his smile faded and he nodded succintly, looking away from her. "Yeah, Tracy. She was my girlfriend, once upon a time," he said softly, shrugging. "Doesn't matter. I just thought I'd give you hand; you've got a lot of hair," he added.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion at her, giving her a sidelong glance as they walked. "Aurors?" he asked. "Is that what they call cops in England?" Sounded logically enough to him, anyway.

When she went on talking, he caught a male's name. "Ron your boyfriend or somethin'?" he asked as casually as he could manage.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know, I've never heard of pipeweed, but it sounds about right," he laughed. "Man, first thing I'm gonna do when I get back home is smoke a bong, seriously," he said, running his hand over his hair again when water droplets started to fall into his eyes from his bangs. "Good," he said with a smile. "It was at least relatively dry cuz of the jacket, I guess, so that's a good thing. Luna - 1; Andy - zilch." He laughed.

Up ahead he saw a glint of what little sunlight was peaking through the clouds reflect off of something. "Hey, I think we're getting somewhere, actually..." he said thoughtfully. "C'mon," he added, walking a little faster.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 04:56 am UTC (link)
Sympathy reigned, "I'm sorry." She understood healing wounds from losses, be they from simple separations or death, whichever one this was. Never had she meant to pry into a wound without meaning to. The next statement he uttered however had her on an entirely new line of thought, leaving grief behind. With two fingers she picked up a strand of its length and looked at it with inspecting eyes, oddly focused for once. "I do, but cannot bear to cut it." Always she had had magic to be able to manage it, and had yet to consider its upkeep without a wand or spell.

Luna's walk did keep her relatively at Andy's side, although she would occasionally veer away to look at something new. Either to watch for gray-eyed lackneys in between the trees, out to steal food from Muggle creatures, or to keep a weather eye out for pixie dens in the branches and leaves above their heads. "Cops?" She paused mid skip to consider it, although she did not recognize the word. "They collect Dark Wizards and Witches like butterflies with nets and pins. Only they are deposited into prisons, not displays for the walls."

At his question about Ron, she immediately shook her head, loosening a part of a leaf that had somehow escaped her earlier attentions. While it fluttered to the ground, she explained. "Ron is a friend who liked to call me Loony Lovegood when we were in school." The nickname she did understand, because she was not considered normal by even wizarding standards. No offense was taken, normalcy was for those who did not feel free to be themselves anyway.

While she was not sure what a 'bong' was, although it did sound like the sound a gong made when struck, Luna nodded. The rain did not bother her overly much, she was from England after all, this was practically the average forecast.

She noticed something ahead a heartbeat after Andy did, and was hurrying along ahead herself. Despite her relatively short legs, her skipping brought her farther in a short amount of time, until she pulled to a stop in the small clearing ahead. "A church," she announced, studying the building casually, tilting her head just so to the side in order to make it appear to be straight.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:58 am UTC (link)
Andy shrugged. "I'll get over it," he replied dully. He looked back over at her and she seemed to be examining her own hair almost as if she'd never seen it before or that it was, for some reason, exceptionally interesting at that very moment in time. "Don't cut it," he said with a small smile. "Guys dig the chicks with really long hair." It's really fuckin' hot when you guys throw your heads back and it flies all over the place when you're on top, too, he thought with a mischievous smirk he tried very hard to hide from her.

It didn't pass Andy's realm of attention that Luna seemed to be sort of veering off into her own little world, checking out little things here and there, but she was keeping up with him, so he didn't say anything. "All right, cops, yeah, basically," he agreed. Weird cops, but whatever. Same difference, he decided.

When she shook her head and clarified that Ron was just a friend, Andy nodded, although his expression was slightly sympathetic. What sort of a friend had that kind of nickname for someone, anyway?

As they reached the edge of the tree line, Andy noticed the dirt road before he registered that the building before them was a church. She announced it just as he made the connection. "A fucking dilapitated church, like the Leaning Tower of Piza," he joked.

The sun was trying, it seemed, a little harder to peek out of the clouds, but it didn't seem to be making much progress. The rain, however, seemed to be picking up a bit and the wind was starting to blow. Andy shivered. If he was cold, she must be freezing... "Wanna go inside and see if there's anybody in there? Or, like, a phone or something? We could call a cab and go to the nearest mode of transportation. I dunno where this is...I fell asleep in the US, but...I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, so...who knows," he muttered, looking over at her.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 02:58 pm UTC (link)
Dropping her hair from her fingers, Luna watched it filter down, drizzly raindrops attached to it. With her somewhat odd, unblinking eyes, she paused to look over at her companion. "I did not know that, interesting." Facts were always important to collect, you never knew when they could come in handy. Such as those of the male persuasion finding long hair temperature efficient.

"They used to be a part of the Rotfang Conspiracy," she added conversationally. "Attempting to bring down the Ministry of Magic with a combination of gum disease and dark magic." With a little hop, she attempted to see into a hole in one of the trees, before turning around to look at Andy again. "Harry tells me that they have stopped now though."

Missing the sympathy that appeared on his face, Luna's one expression settled into one of happy serenity. As if they were not in the middle of nowhere with no clue as to where, or how they got there. This could be an informative adventure. She might not have been an adventure seeking Gryffindor, but the Ravenclaw in her was brimming with curiosity to know more. It might not be the first time she had appeared where she had no idea where she was, but at least this time it was outdoors and not in any dungeons. That was a definite plus.

"I went there once," she mentioned offhandedly. "Stone Sprites had attacked the foundation, although it would likely not be as interesting without their presence."

The wind and rain picked up loose strands of her hair and whipped them around her face, as she looked up at the (relatively) massive structure. "Maybe there's a fireplace, and we can Floo out of here," she added hopefully. "I was at the Quibbler in London myself."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 03:41 pm UTC (link)
Andy gave her an impish grin and shrugged. "True story," he replied. At least, he dug the chicks with long hair, anyway.

It seemed like half of the things coming out of Luna's mouth were gibberish or bullshit, from what Andy could tell. Maybe that Ron guy wasn't too far off, actually, with the Loony thing... "Ministry...of Magic," Andy said more than asked, skeptically. "Right..." He paused and looked away from the church, back at her. "Is Harry your boyfriend?" he tried. Jesus, this girl knew a lot of dudes...

While Andy looked back at the church briefly with confusion and frustration, Luna, he noted when he looked back at her, seemed fascinated. He almost wanted to ask her if everything was interesting and new to her, but he held his tongue. "The Leaning Tower, you mean?" he asked, when she'd said she'd been 'there' once. He wasn't even going to ask what Stone Sprites were. He was entirely certain whatever they were, if not a figment of her imagination, he didn't want to know.

"Okay, don't you mean 'fly' and what does a fireplace have to do with flying?" he asked, wondering why the hell she was speaking in past tense. "I dunno what the Quibbler is...then again, I've never been to London." He paused and started toward the church, his sneakers crunching against the dirt road, which was a much better sound than the nasty squelching they'd been making in the mud. "At least if there's a fireplace we can get warm. I'm freezing my ass off here...aren't you?" he asked over his shoulder as he strode up to the building.

Slowly, he made his way inside. "Hello?" he called out. "Sam? Jake?" He paused. "...Ava?" he asked with much less interest. That was when the stench hit him. "Jesus Christ, what's that smell?!" he gagged, covering his mouth and nose with one hand and grimacing heavily. It stunk of rot and mold. Like a dead body, he thought uneasily. Or, more accurately, food that had been left out for far too long and had gone very, very bad.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 04:07 pm UTC (link)
To the tiny blonde, she was speaking complete sense. He was the one who was talking strangely. In that funny American accent of his.

"You don't have a Ministry of Magic? Or..." she pressed one finger to her lip as she tried to remember what she had heard that Americans called their version of the governmental body. "The Bureau of Magic? Is that right?"

"Harry Potter?" Luna blinked, a rare occurrence. "He's the Boy-Who-Lived, who defeated Lord Voldemort as a baby and then again at the age of seventeen. Awful cute." Her eyes went back to the church, at turns tilting and then righting her head as she looked at it. "I'm not dating him. His wife might not like that." The delivery of her little speech was quite matter of fact, her dreamy tone wrapping around the words with care and swirls. How strange that he did not know who Harry Potter was, she thought everyone in the world did. "Are you sure you have magical powers?"

"Hm?" Completely having moved onto another topic in her own mind, it took Luna a second to return to the previous one. "Oh yes, the crooked tower in Italy. Father and I went several years ago." Those darn stone pixies had hid themselves too well to be found, but they had found all sorts of evidence of their presence by tracking the migratory patterns of earthworms around the Tower. Stone Pixies naturally kept earthworms as household pets.

With a beaming little grin that appeared and disappeared within the space of a Stone Sprite's wing cleaning, Luna moved forward, towards the church. In order to see it better. "No, silly, Floo. Eff elle oh oh. Floo Powder is what you use to travel through the Floo Network, but you need a fireplace to do it." Walking along at Andy's side, her muddy sandals catching pebbles to their bottoms, was an interesting experience. "The Quibbler's my father's newspaper. I've worked there as the Editor for the Department of Magical Creatures for the last two years."

Giving a shiver of her own, Luna wrapped her arms around her torso. Every time he mentioned the weather, she was reminded that it was indeed cold outside. Otherwise she would have been just fine. Inside the church was even dustier than she thought, making her promptly sneeze. "Food," she supplied in answer. "We shouldn't eat it though."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:25 pm UTC (link)
Andy sighed. "We don't have magic. We have fucked up demon-given pyschic abilities and shit that goes bump in the night," he finally said, frowning.

"Lord Vol---what? I have no idea what you're talking about. I never said I had magic powers...I'm a psychic freak of nature," he grumped more to himself than to her. In fact, he would've preferred it if he had magic powers, actually, because then maybe he'd just be crazy, instead of a freak. "Sorry. It's...just kind of a sore subject, Luna, I don't mean to be a dick about it," he said quietly.

He looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "What's the Floo Network?" he asked. "What do you...climb up and down chimneys like Santa Claus or something?" he asked, blinking. "I hate to tell you, Luna, but I think we are way off the same wavelength right now...because magic is cheap tricks and slight of hand, where I come from," he said almost apologetically.

Food, she said. "Ugh, yeah, I'm not even in the slightest bit tempted, but I'm gonna find it and chuck it, that's for sure," Andy said, slowly taking his hand away from his face. "Cuz it stinks in here, man."

His face was still contorted in disgust as he headed further into the church, following that awful smell. "Oh man," he groaned, stomach turning as he finally found the source. "Check it out, fuckin' maggots and green fuzz..." He had to cover his face again to hold back his gag reflex.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 04:49 pm UTC (link)
"I've never met a demon," she said simply. "Your America must be a strange place." Things that go bump in the night? "Like vampires and werewolves and griffins?"

Luna simply allowed him to go on about being a freak of nature, waiting until he was finished to reach up and set her palm on his shoulder. Patting it lightly, she nodded. "That's alright, I'm a freak too." However, unlike the negative connotation that Andy had attached to the idea of 'freak,' Luna's was entirely opposite. It was almost a badge of honor in her book, after all, Harry Potter had been considered a freak. Dumbledore still was, in some circles, considered a freak. And she herself had been titled with that name more times than she could count on all her fingers and toes.

"It's how wizards and witches travel. When we don't apparate from place to place. Or Portkey." How would climbing up and down chimneys help anyone? What a strange concept. "You use Floo powder in the fire to transport you to another fireplace, wherever you want to go. As long as the fireplace is hooked up to the Floo Network." The look she sent in his direction was tinged with sadness and sympathy then. "But magic is lovely," she had lived with it all her life, she could no more imagine a life completely without magic than she could imagine living in another person's body.

Holding two fingers over her nose, Luna nodded in agreement. It smelled worse than exploded flobberworms or dragon leftovers, at least in her opinion.

Andy went down a flight of stairs that she had not notice before, but she did not follow. Instead she stood on the top step and peered after him, her feet refusing to take another step downwards. In nearly ten years she had not set foot in a basement, or a dungeon, and could not bring herself to do it now. One experience of living in one for months was enough for her. "Did you find it?" she called after him, bending over to be able to see that much more...well, dark stairs.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 06:31 pm UTC (link)
"It's not so bad, most of the time," Andy replied. "I dunno what a griffin is, but vampires and werewolves...I wouldn't doubt it."

Luna's consoling gesture made a small smile tug at Andy's lips as he gave her a sideline glance. "You too, huh?" he asked. "We should join Freaks Anonymous or something. Maybe they'll have punch and cookies," he joked. He wouldn't mind having a legitimate excuse for spending more time with Luna, however strange she was. She was cheerful and cute; that was good enough for him.

"Portkey?" he asked. "You and I are going to have to have a nice, long talk in which you explain all this stuff, because it sounds like Chinese to me," he laughed.

Picking up the dish and holding his breath, Andy heard Luna calling down and he looked over his shoulder. He thought she'd been right behind him, but apparently he'd been wrong. "Yup!" he called back, taking another deep breath and holding it as he made his way back up the stairs. "Stand back, toxic waste coming through," he gasped as he got to the top of the stairs and hurried back outside, throwing the dish as far away as he could manage. It made a satisfying crash as the food all but exploded all over the dirt road, spraying out in every direction, spreading its putrid contents about in a mingle of shards of broken ceramic.

Andy shuddered. "Eughhh!" he said loudly before heading back inside. "So how long you think before the stink goes away?" he asked Luna. Because, as he looked around, this looked like a pretty good place to hang out until the rain stopped. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, shivering. They'd have to leave the door open to air out the stench, but it was chilly and he didn't much like it.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 07:19 pm UTC (link)
"They have a head," she pointed to her own with one finger. "Of an eagle, as well as the wings." Then she pointed to the rest of her body, "And the body of a lion." Her absolute favorite class had been Care of Magical Creatures after all, she could probably quote whole sections from Scamander's books. Even if they were missing quite a few creatures she believed should be included. "There was a problem a thousand years ago with griffins carrying off farmworkers, but there has not been a recurrence of attacks in many years."

"With pumpkin juice?" Luna asked hopefully, "And pudding?" She loved pudding, cakes or pies, they were mostly all delicious.

"That would be nice." Already inspecting the many pews in the church, she nodded absently. The wood was slightly rough under her small hands, warped by moisture and cold. "I do not know what the Chinese call their Portkeys," she added after a moment, looking underneath the pew.

Andy rushed up the stairs, and the blonde leapt to get out of his way, having no desire to wear the spoiled food as accents on her clothing. Once he was past her, she followed at a skip, to peer around his shoulder at the magnificent display of exploding food in the road. The fingers of one hand were on his coat sleeve as she smiled at the crash. "Better even than when Seamus tried to turn his water into whiskey." It was almost pretty, in its own way, the ceramic pieces and green/gray food scattered about.

A moment later she was back inside the church, albeit looking out on the rain. "Without the help of a scourigify spell, hm," Luna thought for a second, tapping her fingers on the box in one hand. "An hour?"

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 07:36 pm UTC (link)
Luna's explanation of griffins sounded like something out of a mythology book. He'd actually seen the creatures on the pages of some of the books he liked to peruse when he was high. That thought made him want to smoke a joint, though, and he didn't have any, so he pushed the thought away.

"I suppose if there's really a Freaks Anonymous, anything's possible for their refreshment table," he laughed.

As he stared at the mess in the dirt, Andy felt Luna touching his sleeve. When he looked over at her, she was looking back at the shattered remnants of the casserole dish and the disgusting excuse for what once was food and seemed to be reflecting on a memory involving yet another guy.

But then, she'd gone off her own way once he'd gone inside. "Hey? Did we just have a moment, there...? Luna...?" he asked, following her, a playful smirk on his face.

She was answering his question about how long she thought it would take to air the place out. He didn't know what a scourigify spell was, but he had noticed that she was tapping her fingers on her box. Pulling out his own, he set it down on one of the pews and dropped in beside it. "Check it out, there's matches in here...if we let 'em dry out a little, we should be able to strike 'em and start a fire. I'm seriously over feeling cold, I dunno about you."

He rubbed his hands up and down quickly against his arms, wanting to create friction heat.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 08:07 pm UTC (link)
Joining him in a bit of relaxing laughter, as the realization that this really was not a dream settled into her bones, Luna played with the latch of the box she held. "We could start one," she suggested, as if it was a simple concept. "We would need more food though." With a glance back at the outdoor decoration of formerly known as food and broken plate, she added. "Edible food."

In her recollections of Hogwarts, the scenes were mostly colored with the boys, not the girls. Not because of the fact that those were who she was attracted to, but because they had actually just seemed more interesting. The girls had been more obsessed with giggling over how cute which boy was, taking her things and generally being in love with learning beauty spells and gossiping.

The boys did practical jokes, played sports and were in general just more active and interesting. Whenever she was invited to visit the Burrow, she had spent her time listening to and questioning both Charlie and Bill about their activities. While the twins set up traps for Ron, as if they were not all considered technically adults now.

"A moment passed," she agreed, not fully understanding what he was saying. Before she shot him a grin and looked upwards at the rafters, "Oh look! Spiders!"

Following his suit, Luna set her own box on the pew next to his, plopping down into sitting Indian style across from him. She opened her own little container, and pulled out each item, lying them on her legs so that she could look at each one. Between her forefinger and thumb, she picked up her book of matches, and shook it curiously. "What is this?"

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Andy's smile softened as he let out an airy huff resembling laughter. "You sure? That'd probably mean a lot more time with me, seeing as how we'd presumably be co-founders," he teased.

As he looked back up at her, his smile faded slightly without settling into a frown. He supposed if he was going to be stuck in here until the rain stopped, it was better being stuck with a pretty girl - however quirky she was - than being there alone. He laughed a little. "Not what I meant, never mind," he replied, shaking his head. He followed her gaze upward. "Not the flesh-eating ones, right?" he asked playfully.

She sat down across from him and had taken out the matches, shaking them and asking what they were. He raised an eyebrow. "Those...are the matches, Luna..." he said slowly. Andy pulled a match out of the box and tried to strike it, curious to see if it was dry enough. Not by a longshot. Its coating smudged against the box and crumbled away, leaving nothing but a stick in his hand. "Dammit..." he murmured. He looked back up at Luna. "Still doin' okay over there?" he asked, tugging on the collar of his jacket and then nodding over at the hoodie. He was asking without having to actually ask whether she was still warm enough.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-21 08:43 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't mind," Luna was peeking under the pew, sure she had seen something running underneath it, and curious to see what it could be. "You would be a good friend," she decided with all the air of someone who had made up her mind and was not about to change her impression of him so far. "I don't have many friends."

The information was imparted with the same amount of emotions as when she had told him that it would take an hour for the smell of rotted food to air out of the church they now sat in.

Luna took a second's inspection to look at the spiders, even standing up on the pew for a moment to get a better look at them. "No," she finally declared, "They don't look like flesh-eating spiders." With a dreamy smile, she settled back down, "Just the fly eating kind." It was not as if she meant to miss his jokes, but felt that they were questions that needed to be answered.

"Matches," she repeated, curious at the new word. While she did watch his actions with her wide eyes, the item did not seem overly helpful, leaving her slightly disappointed. "What are the purpose of matches?" He had said they were to start a fire, but she had not seen even a spark. They did not seem very efficient. Maybe they gave the user the moral and spiritual support they needed to make a fire on their own?

"I'm quite alright." The hoodie around her was large enough that she was able to slide it over her knees as she pulled them up to her chest.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-21 09:02 pm UTC (link)
"No? I don't either," he admitted with a slight frown. The frown softened back into a small smile. "You'd be a good friend, too, Luna," he told her.

When she stood up in the pew as if to get a better look, Andy laughed. "You're a trip, you know that? I think also standing on pews is probably considered blasphemous," he replied with an amused grin.

"Matches? They make fire. But these ones are wet from the rain, so they're not striking the right way," he explained. "They don't have matches in London?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Granted, mostly there were lighters now even in America, but still, obviously, matches were familiar to him and these would be really useful if they weren't all soggy still. After a while, they'd work really well, he thought, if he could look around for something in here to burn.

He smiled fondly at her when she drew her knees up to her chest and pulled the hoodie down around them. "You're adorable, you know that?" he asked, grinning.

With a sigh, Andy sat back against the pew, looking up at the ceiling so as not to stare at her. The last time he'd seen a woman wearing his clothes, it had been Tracy and it was nearly three years ago.

Andy had always thought it was a perfect mixture of sweet and sexy when girls wore his clothes and Luna was no exception. It was just that thinking of her that way wasn't going to do him any good. Given the numerous male names she'd mentioned in their conversation so far, she was probably married or something. One of the guys was bound to at least be a boyfriend.

Anyway, he'd just met her and they'd be out of her soon enough. Once the rain stopped, they'd go and find a way home. No point in getting attached or anything.

Although, at least she wasn't afraid of him. That made for a very nice change.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-22 02:16 am UTC (link)
With a bright beaming grin, Luna happily accepted his comment. It was actually the first time anyone had said anything remotely along those lines to her.

Not fully understanding his comment of her somehow being a short journey, Luna shrugged, before wondering over his next. "Is it? How else do you look at the spiders to check to see if they are about to eat your flesh?" She sent him a distracted smile again before seating herself right back down in a one smooth folding movement.

"Interesting Muggle device," Luna decided, looking at the book of matches as if it were made of flobberworm leather. An odd combination of fascinated and mildly surprised. Not that she looked less than surprised normally, that was mostly her default setting. "They might, in Muggle London. We tend to use incendio spells to start our fires. Or dragon's breath." Opening the matchbook only made her tilt her head, what an odd concept.

Adorable? With a blink that announced her confusion, she shook her head. "Hm, no." Already she was looking over at the stained glass windows, where gray light filtered through. Without a word she stood back up, walking over the ground between herself and the nearest window with a little hop step. Once she arrived, she peered up at the brightly colored glass, faded somewhat with time.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-22 02:30 am UTC (link)
Andy returned her smile and then shook his head at her question. "I dunno, I wast just joking. I mean it probably is blasphemous, but I think I'm the last person who has the right to say so, all things considered," he said.

She kept saying the word "Muggle" and Andy couldn't figure out what she meant by that. "Okay, I give up...what's a Muggle?" he asked.

"I think we're gonna be here a while," Andy announced as Luna flounced away, examining the stained glass windows. He leaned back a little further, slouching down in the pew. "Tell me somethin' about yourself?" he asked. Might as well pass the time by getting to know one another, he supposed.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-22 02:59 am UTC (link)
"What do they call it again?" Luna asked, not looking away from the stained glass windows, now tracing fingertips lightly over the different colored pieces. "Christianity?" Her fingers walked across the surface of the glass, as if measuring distance, or speedwalking for exercise.

At the subject change to what exactly a Muggle was, she abandoned her glass-finger-walking to push some of her hair back from her face where it had fallen. Keeping her hair in check was so much more difficult without her wand to hold it in place. "Muggles are magic-less folk. They use 'leck-tri-city and computers, and live separate from the Wizarding community." She put a finger to her chin as she tried to remember the last of her basic facts, "They also might have something called 'cooties,' but all reports have yet to be proven."

A thought flicked over the concept of 'cooties' but dissipated just as quickly.

"Anything?" Luna was already over to the front of the church, humming under her breath as she looked over the altar. "My last year of school took eighteen months, as they had to rebuild several wings."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-22 03:10 am UTC (link)
Andy nodded. "Yeah, Christianity...Catholicism...I don't really know. My dad and I never really did the whole church thing when I was a kid and now I just...don't...bother, I guess," he said awkwardly.

"So...like me," Andy replied. "Okay, fair enough. I'm pretty sure I haven't got cooties, though," he laughed. The idea that cooties were more than fodder for school children was amusing to him. Luna really was a trip. He liked her a little more every time she opened up her mouth to speak, actually...

She'd asked if he wanted to know anything and Andy laced his hands behind his head and nodded. "Yeah, anything; whatever. I just figure if we're gonna be stuck here for a while, we might as well get to know one another a little," he replied. It seemed like a good idea to him for a way to pass the time... "Oh man, that sucks," he said, frowning. Andy sat back up again. "What happened that it needed to rebuild that much?"

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-22 03:29 am UTC (link)
Not even bothering to pretend to understand the idea of either Christianity or Catholicism, Luna shrugged. Some witches and wizards she knew proscribed to the religion of Merlin, some even of several Muggle religions, but her family had never been in either. None had seemed open minded enough.

With a nod, Luna agreed, only to shake her head in disagreement. "You don't seem wholly Muggle like. You are a psychic, who are only Muggles when bitten by a treeplurt." There was an odd bowl-shaped thing built into the wall beside where she stood, needing to be inspected.

Dusty.

"Are you sure you don't have cooties?" she asked honestly. "I heard that there was no cure for the disease."

Looking over at Andy for the first time in a minute, Luna explained, "Death Eaters blew up part of the school. It might have been partly the giants though." Then she was back to looking around their surroundings with no real aim in her weaving inspection.

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-22 12:02 pm UTC (link)
Luna seemed convinced that Andy wasn't a muggle and he was convinced that she was a little cuckoo. "Yeah, but Luna, I wasn't born a psychic," he pointed out.

No, I was six months old when a demon killed my mom so it could make me a psychic. By the way, I'm supposed to be in Cold Oaks right now with a bunch of other freaks like me and we're all just waiting around to find out what's supposed to happen. Though, leaving isn't really an option unless you want to hang from a clock tower, he thought bitterly.

However, he didn't elaborate aloud for Luna to hear. If he was honest, Andy wasn't entirely sure of his facts, anyway, he'd just tried to put two and two together with what Sam had told him both in Guthrie and in Cold Oaks while he'd been there.

His grim reverie was interrupted when Luna asked if he was sure he didn't have cooties. He looked up at her only to find her looking over the little thing that they kept the holy water in for genuflecting purposes. He couldn't remember the name of it and didn't actually care. "Pretty sure," Andy laughed. He unscrewed the cap to his water bottle and took another healthy swig. "It's just a thing little kids say to justify not wanting to touch someone of the opposite sex. Kind of a running joke or whatever that everybody's in on." He paused and then quickly added - so as not to offend, because Luna was clearly not in on the joke, "where I come from, anyway."

Luna looked back at him only to respond to his question with more concepts foreign to Andy's realm of reality. "Death Eaters...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who blow up a school? That's just messed up. That's some Columbine shit right there..." he murmured. She didn't seem terribly affected by the statement she gave, though, and had gone back to looking around. "You're really inquisitive..." he observed.

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-23 02:24 am UTC (link)
Gnome, potato land-imp, same difference. Maybe Andy just did not know that he had been a psychic from birth. Or perhaps he was something neither Muggle nor Wizard, which now seemed like the best bet. "Are you the only one of your kind then?"

Luna was peeking under the bottom of the baptismal font, measuring the span of its diameter with both her hands. Although, with her hands, she had space left over. Not recognizing the material it was made of, she looked at it from several angles. There were little chubby faced children at the top, with little feathered wings, which she traced with her fingers. What exactly was the purpose of it? It could hold a litter of mammalian young, or a place for shoes to be piled. Maybe it could hold marbles, hundreds of marbles.

Muggles were odd, she decided, not really recognizing the irony in the thought. "I think I understand," Luna said finally, walking along the far wall, although she skirted the door to the basement. It was probably best to give it a wide berth, just in case.

"Dark Wizards," the blonde supplied, "They tortured and killed Muggles, and..." Ducking down, she crawled under a solid looking table. The rest of that part of her answer was lost behind a panel of oak, before she came out the other side. Standing, Luna dusted herself off, "Thank you," she answered with a nod, taking it as a complete compliment. A smile rested on her lips for a moment, as she put her hands on her hips and looked back at him.

"It's a good shelter," she announced dreamily, "Airtight windows, the roof does not leak and the walls are solid." Luna skipped back over to the pew he sat at, and stood nearby, wiggling her toes in her sandals. "We should find sustenance, and fuel for warmth."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-23 11:45 am UTC (link)
Andy frowned at the question. He wished he could say that he was. "No. There's more like me. We all have different things, for the most part. My brother..." he paused and set his jaw, the word having been spit out rather than said. "Webber. He had the mind control thing. And Sam, remember I mentioned him? He sees things before they happen or something. Ava did too. There was a girl," he said, his voice softening a little sadly, "Lily...if she touched someone, their heart stopped, I think she said. And Jake, but he didn't say what his thing was." Andy wondered, even, if there were more people like them that he just hadn't met. Maybe they'd been sent to a different place or maybe they just hadn't been found by the time Andy woke up in this place. He hoped like hell that the ones he'd met were the only ones all together. "The ability's new, though. I just started being able to do it last year. Bam, all of a sudden. At first it was really creepy, because I didn't mean to do it and it just happened, but then I got better at it. At controlling it and keeping it to myself. I don't use it anymore. Unless I have to."

He watched her as she went on examining everything; right then, she had been looking at the baptismal. Andy frowned slightly at her reply as she crawled under the altar. "Why? What'd we ever do to them?" he asked. A morbid part of himself wondered what exactly she meant by torture, but he was afraid if he asked and she actually answered, it'd make him think of Webber again and he definitely didn't want that.

When she came back out from under the alter, standing on the opposite side from which she'd gone under, he smiled back. "You're welcome, I guess," he replied, the smile tugging its way into a smirk. She'd taken it as a compliment when he'd really only been making an observation. Although, he supposed, it certainly hadn't been meant as an insult, so it was fine with him that she'd taken it that way.

Luna put her hands on her hips and looked back at him, announcing in a rather dreamy voice that Andy couldn't help smiling at, that this was a good shelter. Whether she meant the church itself or the alter, he wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that she meant the church as a whole. "Yeah I plan on sticking around here for a while, anyway. At least until the rain stops and I can find a phone to call a cab or something."

He leaned back against the pew again, slouching and smiling dumbly at her as she skipped back. Without turning his head toom much, Andy looked up at her with raised eyebrows. She suggested they find food and make a fire. Well, at least that was what it meant to him. "You planning on staying here a while, or something?" he asked, "because I, for one, am ready to roll on outta here as soon as I can find a phone. Man I wish I had my van right now..."

Although, his stomach disagreed with him. He couldn't remember, when he tried to think about it, when the last time he'd eaten had been. "Actually...now that you mention it, I am pretty hungry," he agreed, stretching his arms over his head and his legs out beneath the pew in front of him before standing. "All right, you win, Luna. Let's blow this pop stand and get some munchies."

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[info]luna_llena
2009-03-23 05:09 pm UTC (link)
While her gaze was not unsympathetic, Luna's eyes held no pity in their depths. "What was that like?" the Ravenclaw in her had to ask, wanted to know what it was like to suddenly wake up with a power. Hers had been wrapped around her body and heart from birth, she had never not known of her powers. Luna had never heard of people-shaped-kind that each had only one power, or even one unique one apiece. While not everyone was experts at the same things, whether they were charms or potions, for the most part only power level varied among her kind. "No mentor to train you?"

Her inspection of the font had left her deciding that it could be something to worry about. What if it was the bed of some creature in the church that she had not seen yet? Or, more importantly, what were the feathered chubby children carved into it for?

"Existed," was the truest answer that could be relayed for why the Death Eaters seemed to hate Muggles so. "Muggles and Muggleborns, halfbloods and blood traitors." With the last word she perked up, "That one's me." It did not really occur to her, or at least was not really mulled over that he would not believe her. Oh well, some people believed, and some did not. It all depended on the openness of their minds.

She shook her blonde head, long wet-tipped hair and all. "Not planning, preparing just in case." Sometimes you never could be sure what was going to happen, and without magic, in a strange place...even Luna Lovegood was being a bit practical. In actuality she was being extremely practical, for her.

As he stood, Luna remarked with a tilt of her head, "You really do speak oddly."

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[info]brain_ninja
2009-03-24 02:43 pm UTC (link)
Andy raised an eyebrow at Luna, unsure at first of what she was asking. "What was what like?" he asked. "Waking up and being able to make people do whatever I wanted? Weird," he replied. "Really fuckin' weird. But then it was cool, because it meant I never had to pay my bills or work." He paused again and thought of Sam and Dean and the whole thing with Webber. "And then it was not so good. At all," he added with a small frown.

He'd never really thought about not having a mentor, as she put it, to train him. He'd just harnessed it all on his own and it had come naturally once he'd embraced it. So, he shrugged. "I didn't really need anyone to train me. It just sort of... I don't know, it was like I already knew how to do it after a couple of days," he replied.

She said that the only thing Muggles (as she called people like Andy) had done to merit being tortured and killed was exist. Andy blinked. Even as she went on, not all of it computed, because he was still caught on the fact that all they'd done to deserve horrible death was...exist.

That put things into perspective a little for Andy. It made him think of Webber and the way he'd murdered their birth mother and the doctor just because he could and because he was angry that he and Andy had been separated at birth. Those people didn't deserve to die just because Webber had issues. Dean didn't deserve to be put in the line of fire for protecting Andy and Tracy and Tracy sure as hell didn't deserve to be up on that dam in a slip ready to jump because Andy cared about her more than he had cared about Webber.

Andy's jaw set at that thought. "I hope your Aurors or whatever killed them. All of them. Every last fucking one of them, then," he said bitterly in reference to the Death Eaters. He didn't feel the need to elaborate as such and let Luna know that Webber was dead because Andy had made a snap decision to pull the trigger. Webber was a bad person and Dean's life was on the line. Andy didn't have time to think of the ramifications or how he would feel knowing that he'd killed a man after the fact. He'd acted reflexively. And he didn't really regret it, because Webber had it coming to him.

...except, sometimes Andy wasn't so sure Webber had deserved it at all, because in Andy's mind, Webber was a nutcase. Maybe he hadn't ever really realized that he was doing bad things at all. Maybe, Andy thought, Webber had really honestly thought he was helping Andy. But, Andy didn't like to think about that, so he pushed it away and looked back at Luna.

"Fair enough, better safe than sorry, I guess," he agreed dully. He gave her a weak smile when she said he spoke oddly. "Yeah, well, you do too, you know," he pointed out. "C'mon, let's go," he added before touching the small of her back to prod her forward as he started to walk back toward the door leading outside.

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