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trans_92010-01-19 07:03 pm
Wingardium Leviosa'd [Open]
There are uncharacteristically dark crescents under Luna's protuberant eyes, their usual twinkle a little dimmer than it's been of late. She seems to be drooping in an odd way, shoulders curled forwards in a hunch, hair unnoticed in her face, fingers dull and slow.
Still, even exhaustion and nightmares can't stop Luna Lovegood from being Luna Lovegood - no matter how much they make her worry that Katara was right about... - and, as such, she has settled herself in the library, not particularly uncommon for her. Today, however, she isn't reading.
Today, she is juggling book tablets with her wand, a vague look of interest fixed on her pale face as Hogwarts: A History spins past the 1960 edition of The Oxford English Dictionary, The Encyclopaedia Brittanica bumping corners with Lolita.
"And Odo the hero, they bore him back home
To the place he had known as a lad,
They laid him to rest with his hat inside out
And his wand snapped in two, which was sad," she sings quietly, chin resting in the palm of her free hand as she twirls the four books into a counter-clockwise formation, screens glinting in the light, a sigh escaping.
"I miss normal books."
Still, even exhaustion and nightmares can't stop Luna Lovegood from being Luna Lovegood - no matter how much they make her worry that Katara was right about... - and, as such, she has settled herself in the library, not particularly uncommon for her. Today, however, she isn't reading.
Today, she is juggling book tablets with her wand, a vague look of interest fixed on her pale face as Hogwarts: A History spins past the 1960 edition of The Oxford English Dictionary, The Encyclopaedia Brittanica bumping corners with Lolita.
"And Odo the hero, they bore him back home
To the place he had known as a lad,
They laid him to rest with his hat inside out
And his wand snapped in two, which was sad," she sings quietly, chin resting in the palm of her free hand as she twirls the four books into a counter-clockwise formation, screens glinting in the light, a sigh escaping.
"I miss normal books."

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"Doesn't everyone?" he asks, glancing up from his datapad.
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There is a silence, filled with her usual inscrutable staring. It seems she is finished for the moment, when she swish and flicks, and the datapad slips out of the teen's hands to join her collection. She looks mildly curious.
"What exactly does 'Gray's Anatomy' comprise?"
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