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the featherlight charm that she casted on herself kicks in at this moment , causing luna to hover ever so slightly off the ground as her wings flutter in excitement . viktor is , as always , a welcome presence beside her . ❝ iʻm glad i could help ! though iʻm not doing much standing , am i ? ❞ she says , beaming up at her new companion who still manages to tower over her , even with her added inches above the ground . ❝ arenʻt we just strange mirrors today ? you , on the ground for once and me , in the air ? ❞

* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: closed starter for @ofmccnlight ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: somewhere in the middle of the cadbury renaissance fair !

the relief is almost immediate when he finally catches sight of a familiar face and he can't help the smile that takes over his whole expression as soon as he realizes who it is too. "luna... it's SO good to see you." it's clear he actually means it too, since just a few minutes ago he was lost in the middle of a growing crowd. "did you know you really stand out even when you're surrounded by people? you're like a godsend actually, i was starting to get overwhelmed."

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the wings at her back give a few beats in reaction to the attention, charmed as they are to react with her emotions . ❝ i did , ❞ she says , pleased as punch about her efforts being recognized even if the non - uniformity of each item makes it clear that theyʻre more than a little handmade . still , she loves seeing other people react well to something that spawned from her hardwood . she tilts a discerning eye over the other wixʻs outfit , making a considering sound in the back of her throat as her nimble fingers brush over some of the offerings . ❝ you seem like a hairpick kind of person . oh , but a necklace would look lovely . ❞

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for luna lovegood ( @ofmccnlight ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: luna lovegood's stall at the cadbury ren faire

her mum had sent her on her 'dinner break' for a bit, manning the stall whilst minette was scoffing her face and exploring the other stalls - the craftier the products, the better. licking the sugar from her index finger, minette twists the top of her bag of donuts as she draws closer to luna's stall, eyes lighting up at the jewellery on display. "did you make all of these?" a grin brightens her features as she looks to the stall owner, having a quick appreciative glance to the wings worn by the crafter.

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𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 , 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 silent , merely smiling over at damaris with the kind of innocence that looks too natural on her face for it to have ever been practiced . she keeps her hands clasped in front of her , gently cupping something in an offer to damaris before she deigns to give an explanation . ❝ because she might look a little frightening , but startling her means startling all of us , ❞ she says , in that light voice of hers that didn’t always match the sternest of her words . she was genuine in her warning . she was still , however , very sweet in demeanor and slow - moving by nature . lax . never threatening . it might be easy to mistake her seriousness on the subject if it were not undercut by the calm but pointed look that was hopefully conveying the message of please please please do not scream or throw her because it will be bad for all of us . ❝ you say the safeword as soon as you’re done with making friends , and i help you stop making friends , and everything moves a little more slow and steady , yeah ? ❞ finally , opened up her hands to reveal her latest acquisition : an arachnid rescued mere moments before she was sold at the muggle pet store , thought to be a strange breed of tarantula but was , in actuality , a baby acromantula . ❝ would you like to hold her ? ❞

【  (  @sibylliine​ )  𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :  ❛   why do i need a safeword ?   ❜ 】

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𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 most glaring outlier of the whole alley , luna still noticed the cat first and the near naked woman standing in the more dangerous part of town. it is strange and unexpected , even for someone like luna . after a few moments splint blinking , however , she seems to get with the program / ❝ do you think you might want me to try out a little alohamora ? ❞ she asks , starting with the simplest unlocking charm for convenience's sake , but hoping beyond hope that there were more wards on the apartment of a single woman . though , maybe they were simply deactivated momentarily since she clearly planned on being home and . . . present . ❝ or maybe a hair - drying charm ? ❞ she threw out as another option , voice going fainter with each offer as if she was sustained purely by the good - humor of another person and the longer she went without an acknowledgement meant she faded more and more , like tinkerbell . ❝ or . . . or maybe i could just tie your shoes for you ? ❞

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  knockturn alley  !

"keep moving," and though she aims for the sort of aggression that would discourage any further questions, luca cuts such a pathetic image that her tone would be easily ignored. she's been in worse situations. it's difficult to remember that, right about now, but she really has been. the towel wrapped around her body is secure, her wet hair is clipped out of her face and her shoes, though untied, are sturdy enough. she's out of the main traffic area, round the back of borgin & burkes, her luck run out on her way back in from throwing out a bag of rubbish that she was now wishing she'd just left 'til later - she hadn't meant for the door to lock behind her, and hadn't brought her wand in case it did. it could be ten times worse, though it still felt awful. cheeks blazing red, she stays staring at the door as if she might be able to burn a hole through it, resolutely refusing to even look at her audience as she says, "please. keep moving."

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𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 to be back home . she wonders if this is what people meant when they talk about being back on english soil , because her bare toes in the dirt of her front yard make that metaphor more than REAL for her . her absence was only a quick trip in comparison to the other lengthier hunts sheʻs been on but it was long enough to feel the pangs of homesickness . long enough for her to collect a myriad of snacks and souvenirs to bring back with her . as such , luna is in fine form as traipses down the hill , barefoot and with basket on hip , to knock on the front door of the burrow. a new habit , if one were to look at her childhood propensity for wandering in at random . itʻs a bit different now , with none of the younger weasleys in residence for her to follow along in their shadows , and she imagines itʻs less of a welcome surprise for her to be in their house as an unaccompanied adult than it was when she was their childrenʻs playmate . ❝ hullo ! ❞ she calls out over the sound of the idle household magic that molly weasley keeps constant . their house has always been a good deal noisier than hers . ❝ i come bearing omiyage . ❞

【  𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 :  𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢  (  @hoggleswart​​​​  ) 】

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𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 with a sugar craving and an intense desire to be lying on her stomach while kicking her legs back and forth ( you know , in the spirit of girlish lounging that harry is and always will be invited to partake in ) . she remains as she is , however : perched on a cafe chair , chin resting on her bent knee as she flips through one of many newspapers spread out before them and with only half of her desires being met . the outdoor sitting area of fortescueʻs was the second choice given that , while she did think the iron - wrought table in her back garden was quite NICE this time of year , harryʻs last visit to her house was probably much clearer in his memories than it was in her fatherʻs . fortescueʻs seemed like a nice compromise that let them soak in the sunlight while also sating any sweet tooths . ❝ ooh , this one doesnʻt look too bad , does it ? ❞ she exclaimed , chair rocking forward to balance on two legs as she leaned in to show harry the job opening for eeylops owl emporium . ❝ you can run a register , right ? maybe theyʻll let you help with feedings in - between customers as well . ❞ the chair settles back into place with a thump once she leans back , circling the ad with her quill . the feathery end brushes against her nose as she mutters to herself . ❝ better than the bartender position at poision apple . i canʻt see that ending well with your luck . . . ❞

【  𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 :  𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  (  @rebiirths​​​​  ) 】

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𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗ʻ𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 slight or any kind of rudeness . luna just tends to get overly excited when she sees someone she might recognize out and about . the way she stares is borne of familiarity , both in a professional capacity as a quidditch commentator and the wide - eyed appreciation that luna always had for any of the female quidditch players in school ( and no , we donʻt have to examine that too closely . luna is well aware of the implications ) . and , of course , the few times their paths have crossed in the interim years since . so luna does not look away , and also misses the blaring social cue that tells her that she should be embarrassed about that fact . ❝ you look lovely , ❞ she reassures the other , though certain she wasnʻt fishing . ❝ if a bit tired . do you think you could use a nap , maybe ? i know some very good nap spots . ❞ especially in st. mungoʻs . one too many trips and visits have made sure of that fact .

location : st. mungo's status : open to all

the month long supply of pepper up potion she had purchased was already gone just two and a half weeks later, it wasn't enough to get her through the entire month despite the guidelines that said it should. the job she'd taken on had been particularly challenging and her own private endeavors had left her quite depleted. so maybe she'd taken more of the potion than what was recommended? if they couldn't give her her allotment a little early she'd have to figure something else out. out of the corner of her eye she saw someone glancing her direction a few times, maybe they thought she looked like someone they knew. whatever the reason she couldn't hold back her tired sarcasm. "yes, the bags under my eyes are designer." she said while rubbing them, thinking that might make them look less permanent a fixture on her face. "think you could stare at that wall instead of at me?"

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𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗𝐓𝐌𝐒 / six characters or an ode to our dearly departed ( and strangely returned ) . the only question remains is . . . who's next ?

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*  —  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴   𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  .

ACCEPTING ALL : the good place sentence starters & relationship meme  !

accepting   for    :     luna    lovegood    ,     blaise   zabini   ,   alecto   carrow   ,   polyneices   xu   ,   romilda vane   !

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𝚒𝚝ʻ𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 people to be somewhat arrested by the sight of a wandering weasley spotted out in public . they were noticeable , the whole lot of them . she was more than used to the way they were capable of holding someoneʻs interest . ron just so happened to be on the more well - known end . luna , on the other hand , was well - versed in the kind of stares one draws because they drew attention , even when one did not particularly mean to . being in a much more even headspace means luna is almost obligated to perch herself on the chair across from ron . ❝ well , you are very freckled . and very red - haired . and also , you look a little sleepy , ❞ she raises her own butterbeer bottle in toast and clinks it against his without waiting for him to lift his in return . ❝ so , no . i think you look the very same as always . quite a good look , iʻd say . ❞

LOCATION: the leaky cauldron.

STATUS: open.

his bad temper was out in the wild again. nightmares were one of his worst enemies, and you can always tell ron had a bad night just by looking at him - his eyes would look tired but his mouth, tight. he was trying to look more alive for the sake of business, and still his efforts were nowhere to be seen. it was probably for the better to leave before people started to notice his nerves; what a better place to scape to than the leaky cauldron? (many places would be better to hide than there, he knows) weasley even got himself a butterbeer to attempt to look as casual as he could, whilst his true wish was a bottle of firewhisky down his throat. ron felt eyes on him once again, and scratched his neck before saying something. "do i look that bad? i feel like i'm being stared at."

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𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 .

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:the hog’s head, hogsmeade. [ event thirty-five ] 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑:@startertms.

          𝚒𝚝’𝚜   𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚊   𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐  in   the   back   of   her   head   .   a   sixth   sense   of   sorts   for   weasleys   in   need   ,   or   weasleys   in   any   vague   form   of   distress   .   a   minor   inconvenience   for   them   is   enough   to   set   her   off   ,   if   we’re   being   honest   .   judging   by   looks   of   percy’s   table   ,   there   is   definitely   some   kind   of   distress   occuring   and   that   is   simply   N O T   acceptable   for   any   of   luna’s   beloved   gingers   .   so   she   drags   a   wooden   chair   over   —   the   worn   ones   that   were   much   too   heavy   and   that   luna   was   convinced   aberforth   only   kept   to   discourage   this   exact   behaviour   —      uncaring   of   the   screeching   noise   that   the   legs   makes   across   the   ground   and   rings   through   the   din   of   the   establishment   .  

her   shoes   slip   off   easily   as   she   slides   into   the   chair   ,   socked   feet   tucking   themselves   beneath   knees   as   she   makes   herself   comfortable   ,   cross   -   legged   and   directly   next   to   the   other   chair   on   the   table   .   the   glass   of   firewhiskey   is   quickly   appropriated   for   herself   and   the   amber   liquid   disappears   into   her   mouth   as   she   sits   there   ,   patient   as   ever   but   still   expectant   ,   waiting   for   percy   to   speak   .

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the hog's head, hogsmeade. [ event thirty-five ] 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑:  @startertms.

It's such an awful feeling, envy — light on the lips, scorching on the way down, and impossibly bitter afterwards. . . . Actually, that might be the whiskey . It's getting ridiculous. Percy shoves the half - empty glass toward the center of the table — he doesn't even like firewhiskey ! Having more sense than money is generally a source of pride for him ( of better self - control, too ), but today is not one of those days. ( If he feels like being accurate, actually, which for Percy is always, today is most definitely “ one of those days ” ; only the shit kind. What he doesn't feel like being is honest, and that makes a world of difference. ) When the chair in front of him scrapes loudly against the ground, Percy doesn't so much as look up. Maybe on a regular day he'd complain of the noise, or some other profoundly inconsequential thing nobody else cares about, but The Hog's Head is packed, overfull with those after only a pint and a glimpse of the show. Percy's table has already been stripped of its two other chairs ; no one had bothered asking for permission then, and he certainly doesn't expect anyone to remember it now.

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*  —  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴   𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  .

ACCEPTING ALL MEMES !

accepting   for    :     luna    lovegood    ,     blaise   zabini   ,   alecto   carrow   ,   polyneices   xu   ,   romilda vane   !

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                 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊   𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜   𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎𝚛   recently   posted   flyer   gets   covered   up   ,   bottom   lip   sticking   out   just   a   tad   as   the   majority   of   the   graphic   she   had   made   gets   blocked   .   the   address   for   owl   post   ,   however   ,   remains   visible   so   she   decides   to   let   the   action   go   uncommented   upon   .   (   besides   ,   the   fundraiser   for   diminishing   cornish   pixie   numbers   population   in   cornwall   is   an   annual   quibbler   beat   .   her   graphic   will   be   seen   eventually   )   .   when   the   owner   of   the   offending   flyer   turns   her   way   ,   the   nod   she   gives   in   response   sends   her   sheath   of   blonde   hair   bouncing   .   ❝   i   have   an   ocarina   that   i   like   to   dabble   with   ,   ❞   she   says   ,   and   curses   herself   for   not   having   it   strung   around   her   neck   today   .   ❝   i   also   play   the   kalimba   ,   but   only   enough   to   soothe   the   tentacula   in   the   back   garden   when   she   gets   feisty   .   ❞

LOCATION: diagon alley STATUS: open @startertms​

Wand between their teeth, Lorcan charms their stack of papers and spellotape to levitate and to follow them down the alley. The vampire’s posters read:

BAND MEMBERS WANTED for INDIE WIZARD ROCK original, creative, adaptable, melodic, fast, slow, elegant, witty, scary, stable, tricky. QUALITY MUSICIANS ONLY! CONTACT LORCAN D’EATH VIA TELEPATHY

They notice someone eyeing the ad as Lorcan pastes it into a buildings front–and right over another flier someone else had added earlier, something having to do with missing pixies. 

“Interested?” Lorcan perks up, their eyes wide and bright. “You’ve got the pretty face, but do you play any instruments?” 

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            𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜   𝚒𝚗  response   to   that   dislodges   the   hair   that   had   fallen   in   her   face   when   she   had   thrown   herself   backwards   into   the   grass   .   ❝   illegal   is   relative   ,   ❞   she   says   ,   as   soft   -   spoken   as   she   always   is   but   the   noise   ringing   out   louder   in   the   idyllic   silence   of   her   backyard   .   her   arms   are   splayed   out   at   her   side   ,   as   careless   and   messy   as   the   strands   of   hair   flared   out   around   the   both   of   them   ,   not   minding   the   bits   of   leaves   on   twigs   that   sheʻs   sure   to   be   picking   out   later   .   ❝   i   think   weʻve   come   way   too   far   to   be   worried   about   words   like   illegal   ,   ❞   and   they   have   .   neither   one   of   them   were   in   a   position   where   they   could   call   themselves   anything   close   to   law   -   abiding   .   ❝   besides   ,   itʻs   illegal   HERE   .   demiguises   in   your   house   is   much   more   prevalent   in   east   asia   ,   so   the   laws   there   are   completely   different   .   i   could   have   one   to   visit   for   a   bit   and   no   one   would   bat   an   eye   and   the   only   thing   stopping   me   is   britainʻs   anti   -   creature   laws   .   ❞

【  (  @sqviidboy​ )  𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :  ❛   that   is...   literally   illegal.   you're   describing   something   illegal.   ❜ 】

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                𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊   𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔  of   her   throat   ,   a   contemplative   noise   that   would   seem   absent-minded   if   not   for   the   way   that   her   eyes   remain   fixated   on   one   spot   of   the   table   .   itʻs   almost   like   you   could   see   the   thought   turn   over   in   her   head   and   for   someone   so   quick   -   witted   ,   the   pause   before   speaking   is   all   the   more   weighted   .   ❝   i   donʻt   dislike   you   if   thatʻs   what   you   think   ,   ❞   she   clarifies   .   luna   did   not   dislike   many   people   .   it   took   a   certain   amount   of   energy   ,   or   ever-lasting   ire   ,   that   she   just   wasnʻt   much   interested   in   keeping   up   .   she   was   lazy   in   that   way   .   those   were   not   the   garden   she   kept   watered   .   instead   ,   she   was   made   up   of   a   wealth   of   forgiveness   ,   an   abundance   of   second   chances   ,   and   a   ever   -   so   -   troubling   habit   of   turning   the   other   cheek   .   ❝   i   understand   why   you   did   it   ,   ❞      she   says   ,   drawing   concentric   circles   in   the   condensation   left   behind   by   her   glass   as   she   speaks.   ❝   iʻm   sure   i   donʻt   KNOW   why   .   but   i   understand   it   .   ❞   and   now   ,   she   looks   up   to   meet   mariettaʻs   eye   for   the   first   time   since   this   conversation   started   .   ❝   does   it   bother   you   ?   that   maybe   i   wouldnʻt   have   liked   you   very   much   ?   ❞

【  (  @judvs​​​​​  ) 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :  ❛   you...   don't   like   me   very   much,   do   you?   ❜  】

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*  —  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴   𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  .

ACCEPTING ALL MEMES !

accepting   for    :     luna    lovegood    ,     blaise   zabini   ,   alecto   carrow   ,   polyneices   xu   !

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             𝚊   𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢   𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎   𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔   𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚜   through   the   crowd   ,   practically   drowning   in   a   sweater   that   sheʻd   stolen   from   ginnyʻs   closet   but   could   very   well   belong   to   any   of   the   other   myriad   of   brothers   that   fill   up   her   life   and   whose   wardrobes   meld   with   hers   .   swathed   in   weasley   red   ,   luna   cuts   a   clear   path   through   the   crowd   ,   the   alcohol   giving   her   a   rush   of   challenge   that   buoys   her   through   the   sea   of   bodies   towards   the   beacon   of   a   familiar   face   .   seeing   ron   ,   she   nearly   giggles   to   herself   —   bouncing   from   redhead   to   redhead   for   company   seems   to   constantly   be   her   lot   in   life   —   but   she   pulls   it   together   to   aim   determined   eyes   up   ,   up   ,   UP   .   ❝   ron   ,   ❞   she   says   ,   fondness   and   overconfidence   borne   from   too   many   drinks   leaking   into   her   tone   .   ❝   bet   i   could   beat   you   at   arm   wrestling   .   ❞

【  𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 :  𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢  (  @corroding​​​​  ) 】