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[alethioliar]

Another sunrise, another cup of generic island tea, another beginning to another unextraordinary day. Lyra spent that morning perched on the smooth wooden counter in her father's kitchen with a mug in her lap and a textbook cradled in her rough hands

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[of_badfaith]

Honestly, Draco didn't make the trip out to her home very often. It seemed like such a long trek, all that effort, when she was always traipsing through the jungle and could just as easily come to visit him. But he was bored, and Luna was exceptionally chatty that day, so he supposed Lyra should consider herself lucky.

"What are you wasting your time on, now?" he asked, taking a seat beside her. With him, such a greeting could have passed for friendly.

[alethioliar]

Both Lyra and Pan looked up at the same time, the latter swishing his tail with mild interest before climbing up onto the porch railing. Killer had gone off into the dense cluster of trees just behind the house and Lyra didn't doubt the mongrel would come back with another nice and well-chewed gift like the one she'd brought, dead but still bleeding, into the cottage last night.

"You it looks like," Lyra sneered her greeting as she promptly slapped the book shut and set it down a the step below her. Reaching over to give an affectionate, but still sharp, flick at Draco's temple, she tilted her head. "All right?"

[of_badfaith]

"Ah, now I remember why I came all the way out here," he drawled, rubbing sullenly at his temple, "My day was so lacking in physical violence."

There were times he felt more comfortable on her porch than he did just about anywhere else. Of course, he would die before he ever admitted to it.

[alethioliar]

With a great, exaggerated roll of her eyes, Lyra leaned in and gave him a little more of that lovely violence, her elbow colliding amiably with his upper arm quite a few times.

"As it should. Nobody else would dare put their hands on you. Not with me around. Comforting, mm?" she smirked.