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[dreamily_luna]

There's light in the caves, because there cannot be a proper tea party without pretty lights. And though Luna knows she can't have been long, when she stumbles out into the gaining twilight either hours or years after Drusilla has fallen asleep, she can't tell at all how much time has passed

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[of_badfaith]

He hadn't been looking for her. He hadn't. It was completely by chance that he stumbled upon her there, in the dark. Off the path.

Oh Lord, who was he even kidding? There was even a moment of great relief, edging toward euphoria, when he heard his voice, but he quickly chased it away with humiliation and annoyance.

"Where in the hell have you been?" he demanded angrily, closing the distance between them in long strides, until he was standing right over her, his hands clamping around the tops of her arms. It wasn't until then that he got a good look at her.

"What happened? Who did this?"

[dreamily_luna]

"Draco," she breathes, and as much as she'd like to hide it or keep it from happening, she can't stop that first moment of sobbing relief and heart-breaking joy. "There you are."

Luna catches herself then. Don't be weak, pet. She's not even sure whose voice that is.

"There's a very mentally unstable woman in the caves. Her name is Drusilla. She was, she was keeping me."

[of_badfaith]

He'd never felt protective of anyone in his entire life, accept for perhaps his mother. But right then, it was a close thing, and he darted a venomous look into the trees, wishing for the umpteenth time that he had his wand.

"Did she let you go? How did you get away?"

[dreamily_luna]

Her good hand curls up against his shirt, and she looks back down the path. No, even if Drusilla were to come charging out now, she couldn't take her back, not with the both of them.

"She fell asleep. She's really quite terrible at keeping a hostage. I just ran when I got the chance." Luna squints her uncovered eye at him. "Please, please can we go?"