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Luna Lovegood (luna_llena) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Her journal had been sitting on her stomach when she had woken that morning, not just any journal, but the one she believed to be hers. It did not look any different, really, than the others. Just oddly felt a bit like magic, her magic, perhaps absorbed by being around her while she experimented with golden bubbles. The creation of which was quickly becoming a reflex, calming and cheering all at the same time.

An attempt to speak to Merope could likely have gone better, and the blonde witch, as optimistic as she could be, felt that further conversations might only worsen the situation. Especially when she had glimpsed what the younger but at the same time older witch had announced in the journals.

Best to leave her be. Even Luna Lovegood knew an exceptionally lost cause when she saw one, and continued conversation with Slytherin's heiress would do neither of them good. Frankly, speaking to the girl only brought up memories of those who followed her son.

The Church seemed a good place to go, it had become a temporary home in the days before. And Luna, still not having been told that time had lapsed for her, believed this to be her eleventh day in the Bubble Village, not her thirteenth. The seventh she had not returned because she had been terrified out of her wits and holed up in the Library, the Eighth...to her mind had been the one where the Earthquake had hit, and she had spent it in the Gym, with many others. Her ninth and tenth as well.

Now she required clothing, bathing alone would not rid herself of the fact that she was still in the white sundress she had worn upon arrival, and (although she did not realize) rearrival. And Andy, she needed to see Andy. Even if she believed he no longer wanted to be her friend, he had reached out to make contact in the journal.

Coming up along the path, Luna easily spotted her friend sitting on the steps, a dreamy smile creeping up onto her lips. “Good morning Andy,” as if they had not seen each other in days upon days.