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

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!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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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