harry potter: PLEASE REPLY
Title: Please Reply
Char/Pair: Dean, Dean/Luna
Rating: PG
Words: 671
Summary: Dean pretends not to wait for her letters.
Note: Written for hh_writersblock (write one fic in 30 minutes) challenge "Correspondence".
He pretends not to eagerly wait for her letters. He pretends not to sit by the windowsill watching the skies for hours at a time, thinking every speck in the distance is her cheerful brown owl. He pretends and Seamus is a good friend to go along with the act because Dean is not very good at pretending.
This time it's Seamus who receives the owl, pets the bird gently on the head and watches her turn and fly off as quickly as she came. Seamus twirls the rolled parchment around in his hands, ever curious of its contents, before calling for his roommate and handing over the letter. Dean mutters something about a telephone and stupid birds and turns foot immediately to read the message in private.
Luna's letters are always funny, though unintentionally. She always begins with the newest adventure with her father, usually a mission to photograph some made up animal or another. These adventures do seem fun and interesting if a bit pointless and dangerous. Nonetheless Dean finds himself smiling throughout the whole description even until the inevitable line that is present in every letter she ever sends, But we didn't find it, you see. A sad little sentence that he always reads in Luna's dreamy tone, imagines her with her sad little smile but incongruously bright eyes.
Dean reads the small piece of parchment four times over before setting his quill down to send a reply. He is eager to tell her all about the pipes breaking in the flat he shared with Seamus and having to call a plumber (but first having to explain what a plumber was to Seamus). Seamus and Dean are in year two of their agreed five year stint living as Muggles. The next five years they would spend in Ireland. It's only fair. And Dean loves relaying tales of Muggle problems to Luna. He imagines she finds them interesting and different and not as annoying as his other friends do (and certainly not as bothersome as Seamus does!). He begins to write out the tale but stops midway and throws out the parchment he was writing on. How many times will they write back in forth? It was three years after the War, three years since he had seen her face in person - not just a moving picture she enclosed in a note. Dean can't keep pretending, that he is sure of.
His own owl is a large, rustic colored beast of an owl that hoots incessantly when the neighbors are trying to sleep. Dean straps the letter on, then takes it off. Then straps it back on and takes it off. Within the first day is too early to reply, he decides, especially considering it sometimes takes Luna months to send her own correspondence. It's not her fault, Dean knows. She can be kind of flaky and forgetful. She's also often busy with the Quibbler, having decided to learn all about it, in case she decides to be editor someday. And Dean? Dean's not busy. He lives in an ordinary Muggle flat with an ordinary Muggle job in a mail room. He has a few Muggle friends that he calls on his Muggle telephone and introduces to his Wizard friend Seamus (who he just names as his friend from school - magic is never mentioned and Seamus looks uncomfortable and distraught at every meeting).
He checks the ties on the scroll to make sure they are tight and stows the thing in his sock drawer. He'll send it next week and she won't think less of him.
The following day he gives it to his owl with a guilty smile. It's the shortest letter he's ever sent to her, as they are usually at least a foot long. It is also marred with ink blotches and things crossed out. But the message is legible and, Dean hopes, the meaning is clear.
Luna -
I'm glad you are keeping busy. Maybe you will come to London soon.
- Dean
Char/Pair: Dean, Dean/Luna
Rating: PG
Words: 671
Summary: Dean pretends not to wait for her letters.
Note: Written for hh_writersblock (write one fic in 30 minutes) challenge "Correspondence".
He pretends not to eagerly wait for her letters. He pretends not to sit by the windowsill watching the skies for hours at a time, thinking every speck in the distance is her cheerful brown owl. He pretends and Seamus is a good friend to go along with the act because Dean is not very good at pretending.
This time it's Seamus who receives the owl, pets the bird gently on the head and watches her turn and fly off as quickly as she came. Seamus twirls the rolled parchment around in his hands, ever curious of its contents, before calling for his roommate and handing over the letter. Dean mutters something about a telephone and stupid birds and turns foot immediately to read the message in private.
Luna's letters are always funny, though unintentionally. She always begins with the newest adventure with her father, usually a mission to photograph some made up animal or another. These adventures do seem fun and interesting if a bit pointless and dangerous. Nonetheless Dean finds himself smiling throughout the whole description even until the inevitable line that is present in every letter she ever sends, But we didn't find it, you see. A sad little sentence that he always reads in Luna's dreamy tone, imagines her with her sad little smile but incongruously bright eyes.
Dean reads the small piece of parchment four times over before setting his quill down to send a reply. He is eager to tell her all about the pipes breaking in the flat he shared with Seamus and having to call a plumber (but first having to explain what a plumber was to Seamus). Seamus and Dean are in year two of their agreed five year stint living as Muggles. The next five years they would spend in Ireland. It's only fair. And Dean loves relaying tales of Muggle problems to Luna. He imagines she finds them interesting and different and not as annoying as his other friends do (and certainly not as bothersome as Seamus does!). He begins to write out the tale but stops midway and throws out the parchment he was writing on. How many times will they write back in forth? It was three years after the War, three years since he had seen her face in person - not just a moving picture she enclosed in a note. Dean can't keep pretending, that he is sure of.
His own owl is a large, rustic colored beast of an owl that hoots incessantly when the neighbors are trying to sleep. Dean straps the letter on, then takes it off. Then straps it back on and takes it off. Within the first day is too early to reply, he decides, especially considering it sometimes takes Luna months to send her own correspondence. It's not her fault, Dean knows. She can be kind of flaky and forgetful. She's also often busy with the Quibbler, having decided to learn all about it, in case she decides to be editor someday. And Dean? Dean's not busy. He lives in an ordinary Muggle flat with an ordinary Muggle job in a mail room. He has a few Muggle friends that he calls on his Muggle telephone and introduces to his Wizard friend Seamus (who he just names as his friend from school - magic is never mentioned and Seamus looks uncomfortable and distraught at every meeting).
He checks the ties on the scroll to make sure they are tight and stows the thing in his sock drawer. He'll send it next week and she won't think less of him.
The following day he gives it to his owl with a guilty smile. It's the shortest letter he's ever sent to her, as they are usually at least a foot long. It is also marred with ink blotches and things crossed out. But the message is legible and, Dean hopes, the meaning is clear.
Luna -
I'm glad you are keeping busy. Maybe you will come to London soon.
- Dean