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Who: Harry and Luna
What: Two friends meet by happenstance and Harry has a bit of a dilemma
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Afternoon (the year Luna's 18 and Harry's 19)
Warnings: probably none
Except for the colour of her very long and fair hair, which did create a rather nice effect with its various curls and crinkles cascading down her back, Luna Lovegood might not be especially distinguished from other witches. To be sure she was young and agile, walking with a light tread and sitting pretty at the small table in front of the ice cream parlour. But she wasn't the only young lady in Diagon Alley. Merely seeing her wouldn't inform a stranger of who she was, of her individual essence. Among magical folk, her deep purple robes and matching suede boots seemed not the least bit odd. Some did prefer black or browns but many also wore gem colours of all rainbow hues.
Luna finished her sentence and dotted a full stop on the parchment before she looked up from the table. She was having an ice cream cone when it occurred to her how to continue her most recent article for the paper. The young witch hadn't yet found an elusive crumple-horned snorkack though she discovered a new phenomenon. Something wonderful began happening to her after she left Hogwarts. Something which might worry others but she welcomed the experience of sometimes being removed from her time and location. She didn't know when it would happen though she had come to identify a certain warmth spreading through her as the warning signal. Trusting her own senses and instincts she knew what didn't happen: she wasn't dreaming nor had she lost her mind when she slipped into different times. Luna had seen her friends during events of just a few years ago or she had found herself in different countries. There was no portkey involved. Nor the Flue Network. Not even apparation.
She blew the gilded feathers of her quill gently as her pale blue eyes filled with thoughtful contemplation. That look vanished in a flash. Luna smiled and waved at someone she knew.
"Harry!" she greeted the wizard who walked on the other side of the alley.
What: Two friends meet by happenstance and Harry has a bit of a dilemma
Where: Diagon Alley
When: Afternoon (the year Luna's 18 and Harry's 19)
Warnings: probably none
Except for the colour of her very long and fair hair, which did create a rather nice effect with its various curls and crinkles cascading down her back, Luna Lovegood might not be especially distinguished from other witches. To be sure she was young and agile, walking with a light tread and sitting pretty at the small table in front of the ice cream parlour. But she wasn't the only young lady in Diagon Alley. Merely seeing her wouldn't inform a stranger of who she was, of her individual essence. Among magical folk, her deep purple robes and matching suede boots seemed not the least bit odd. Some did prefer black or browns but many also wore gem colours of all rainbow hues.
Luna finished her sentence and dotted a full stop on the parchment before she looked up from the table. She was having an ice cream cone when it occurred to her how to continue her most recent article for the paper. The young witch hadn't yet found an elusive crumple-horned snorkack though she discovered a new phenomenon. Something wonderful began happening to her after she left Hogwarts. Something which might worry others but she welcomed the experience of sometimes being removed from her time and location. She didn't know when it would happen though she had come to identify a certain warmth spreading through her as the warning signal. Trusting her own senses and instincts she knew what didn't happen: she wasn't dreaming nor had she lost her mind when she slipped into different times. Luna had seen her friends during events of just a few years ago or she had found herself in different countries. There was no portkey involved. Nor the Flue Network. Not even apparation.
She blew the gilded feathers of her quill gently as her pale blue eyes filled with thoughtful contemplation. That look vanished in a flash. Luna smiled and waved at someone she knew.
"Harry!" she greeted the wizard who walked on the other side of the alley.