A Little Gone Lost
As it often happened, Luna was missing some things.
One thing was quite large, big enough for an elephant to take a nap in, curled up. Her room. Oh she was sure that it was somewhere, but that somewhere wasn't here. This was someplace else. Here lacked a Setsuna, that much was clear, and it lacked all the things that went with a Setsuna including Mini-Setsuna.
The other thing was also troubling. It couldn't be measured by spacial dimensions. She'd lost a day. Maybe more. It was nice to find a Monday or a Tuesday stuck behind a term paper in the back of your rucksack, or a Thursday hiding behind your favorite book, but losing a Sunday was distressing.
Luna remembered having a less than tasty breakfast with Blair on Saturday. After that, she'd gone to give Miss Halliwell a leaving gift... and that was it. Well, that wasn't completely it. She remembered running smack-into a someone much taller and losing her grip on the gift-basket, and then becoming wretchedly ill.
She thought she'd made it back to her room for that part. Luna also remembered sleeping heavily, babbling things, and, unfortunately, being ill some more. Unlike that lucky person who got to take OWLS the year before her, Luna had not been ill in rainbow colors. In that she was disappointed.
All things considered, she thought that it would be best if she were to perhaps sort out her location and then possibly see if this place had some one rather like Madame Pomfrey.
[OOC: Establishy. Luna now lives in room 415. She used magic when perhaps she ought not. The result was an unhappy tummy and feverishly incantating/spellifying/hexing herself into a new room.]
One thing was quite large, big enough for an elephant to take a nap in, curled up. Her room. Oh she was sure that it was somewhere, but that somewhere wasn't here. This was someplace else. Here lacked a Setsuna, that much was clear, and it lacked all the things that went with a Setsuna including Mini-Setsuna.
The other thing was also troubling. It couldn't be measured by spacial dimensions. She'd lost a day. Maybe more. It was nice to find a Monday or a Tuesday stuck behind a term paper in the back of your rucksack, or a Thursday hiding behind your favorite book, but losing a Sunday was distressing.
Luna remembered having a less than tasty breakfast with Blair on Saturday. After that, she'd gone to give Miss Halliwell a leaving gift... and that was it. Well, that wasn't completely it. She remembered running smack-into a someone much taller and losing her grip on the gift-basket, and then becoming wretchedly ill.
She thought she'd made it back to her room for that part. Luna also remembered sleeping heavily, babbling things, and, unfortunately, being ill some more. Unlike that lucky person who got to take OWLS the year before her, Luna had not been ill in rainbow colors. In that she was disappointed.
All things considered, she thought that it would be best if she were to perhaps sort out her location and then possibly see if this place had some one rather like Madame Pomfrey.
[OOC: Establishy. Luna now lives in room 415. She used magic when perhaps she ought not. The result was an unhappy tummy and feverishly incantating/spellifying/hexing herself into a new room.]