i introduce, the novel of the rp. lol. sorry.
Lisa stood still as they reached the crowd, rocking back and forth on her heels as she watched everyone with a darting gaze, trying to take in everything at once. It was one thing, sitting up in her room and watching the muggles move as a mass, shimmying up and down the streets, but down here, amidst the crowd, there were individuals moving at their own pace.
Almost instantly, pen was to paper. Like an innate skill, Lisa took notes as she watched the muggles interact. A couple, well, most of them weren't angry but seemed unnerved. Almost fearful in their movements, each muggle strained to see over the others' shoulders, waiting for a glimpse of something magical but almost certainly fearing that it would happen too soon. A small portion, though, were actually angry -- territorial and raging over the fact that a whole other world could have possibly existed and they would've never known.
Her eyes fell upon the religious crowd at the same time as Luna's, and Lisa couldn't help but laugh. Not at Luna's question so much as the fact that this group of muggles were genuinely convinced that their god would swoop down from the rafters and extinguish the Wizarding World.
"It's this fantastical muggle book, describing this beautifully imagined creation of the world, and people. The main character is either God, who is the creator, or Jesus, who is God's son who was born unto a Virgin in Jerusalem." Lisa had read the book several times, enchanted with the stories and just the muggles' imagination in general. "It's a beautiful story, but it's very controversial in muggle culture because a lot of them think that it's a true story. It's the base of Christianity, one of the muggle religions."
Lisa paused. "Now that I think about it, the only way that those stories could be true would be if Jesus was a wizard." She laughed in spite of herself at the thought. Here were the muggles, crowding around, generally protesting the existence of magic when their most prominent character in muggle literary history could only have done what he did in the stories if he, indeed, possessed magic. But they called them miracles. Magic and miracles, it was tit for tat. "A little ironic," she mused.