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thebreakingwave) wrote2012-07-22 01:28 am
thebreakingwave) wrote2012-07-22 01:28 am
Knids.
"It's for your unbirthday," he said handing over a pair of glow-in-the-dark muggle deelyboppers wrapped in newsprint. Harry had seen them in a shop window and instantly knew Luna would appreciate them. Even as he said it, his flimsy excuse for their purchase rang hollow leaving him ashamed that he was unable to admit he'd bought them without a reason.
"An unbirthday? Is this from another of your muggle books, Harry?" He nodded and went to put another log on the fire before returning to the soft, almost shapeless couch that was the only comfortable and vaguely warm thing in the squalid flat they had been staying in. It had been an ugly lesson, one of many, that the most difficult part of war was less about battles and more about who could wait, watch, and seize whatever small opportunities arose. With only so many games of exploding snap and wizarding chess to keep him occupied, Harry had eventually and unexpectedly turned to reading to pass the time.
The rest of the evening was filled by his stilted, occasionally circuitous recollection of Disney's Alice in Wonderland; he hadn't read the book yet, but he did see the movie one rainy afternoon at school. Luna was particularly charmed by his description of the momeraths and how much they reminded him of the chirwirrits that lived in the garden outside her home.
"Harry?"
"Mmm," he said, more than half-focused on trying to make the recalcitrant sofa-bed turn into a proper bed without slicing his fingers off.
"I think that the Death Eaters might've come across Vermicious Knids and trained them. Do you think it's possible?"
"I'm not sure. Why do you think that?" Harry smiled while fighting with one of the stuck hinges. Not many people understood Luna's quiet, gentle sense of humour, but he'd read the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to her earlier in the week and could appreciate the joke.
"It would be a good tactic and I think you should be prepared for it."
Still kneeling and trying to coax the hinge, Harry could only hear her speaking and the soft rustle of fabric. "And how would I do that?"
"We, Harry. We would be prepared because they only eat virgins."
As the hinge finally released, sliding the pull-out section of the sofa free, Harry stood, brushing off his hands against his jeans and turned to face Luna. Silhouetted by low light cast by the remains of the fire, she was only wearing the deelyboppers; one daisy perfectly still, the other listing to one side. "It's a matter of life, death, and knids."
"An unbirthday? Is this from another of your muggle books, Harry?" He nodded and went to put another log on the fire before returning to the soft, almost shapeless couch that was the only comfortable and vaguely warm thing in the squalid flat they had been staying in. It had been an ugly lesson, one of many, that the most difficult part of war was less about battles and more about who could wait, watch, and seize whatever small opportunities arose. With only so many games of exploding snap and wizarding chess to keep him occupied, Harry had eventually and unexpectedly turned to reading to pass the time.
The rest of the evening was filled by his stilted, occasionally circuitous recollection of Disney's Alice in Wonderland; he hadn't read the book yet, but he did see the movie one rainy afternoon at school. Luna was particularly charmed by his description of the momeraths and how much they reminded him of the chirwirrits that lived in the garden outside her home.
"Harry?"
"Mmm," he said, more than half-focused on trying to make the recalcitrant sofa-bed turn into a proper bed without slicing his fingers off.
"I think that the Death Eaters might've come across Vermicious Knids and trained them. Do you think it's possible?"
"I'm not sure. Why do you think that?" Harry smiled while fighting with one of the stuck hinges. Not many people understood Luna's quiet, gentle sense of humour, but he'd read the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to her earlier in the week and could appreciate the joke.
"It would be a good tactic and I think you should be prepared for it."
Still kneeling and trying to coax the hinge, Harry could only hear her speaking and the soft rustle of fabric. "And how would I do that?"
"We, Harry. We would be prepared because they only eat virgins."
As the hinge finally released, sliding the pull-out section of the sofa free, Harry stood, brushing off his hands against his jeans and turned to face Luna. Silhouetted by low light cast by the remains of the fire, she was only wearing the deelyboppers; one daisy perfectly still, the other listing to one side. "It's a matter of life, death, and knids."