Luna wakes up, and for a moment, she thinks she must have been sleepwalking, to have come all this way out here. But then a huge fat raindrop hits her cheek, and she remembers that she hadn't been asleep. She had been lying on the bed she shared with Draco, paging through a book and tapping her shoes together to make noise.
How she's come to be sitting in a puddle, in a white and brightly colored polka dot sundress, her trainers soaking through, Luna doesn't know. All she does know is that it remains a wonderful idea to wear shoes whenever sleep might happen, for just these reasons.
She starts walking, as it's better than standing still, and she imagines Draco will be so unhappy when he discovers she's been disappeared to the other side of the island. As Luna is comfortable with being lost and uncomfortable, that is suddenly and surprisingly her biggest concern. "Hello?" she calls out into the trees around her, and ducks under a tree with extremely large leaves, taking cover as she blinks into the sudden downpour.
As I started to walk, beating back the brush, it started to absolutely pour, and moving faster sounded like a good plan. Even though the canopy of leaves was helping somewhat with the rain, getting soaked was really a bad idea, especially with the cut on my leg.
I heard something as I pushed past a tree, though the rain sort of muted everything. It sounded like a person, a girl's voice, not a dinosaur. Unless there were suddenly mutant girl-voice dinosaurs, which I wouldn't put past the island...but that was not the right way to think if I was going to get out of here.
"Hello?" I called back, and brushed back some branches only to find a somewhat familiar blonde girl blinking back at me. I probably looked like hell, between the blood spatter and the ripped shirt. "Oh, thank fuck you're not a...yeah."
"You look like you've been through a bit of trouble today," Luna says, as though she herself is not sitting patiently under a rather large leaf. "Are you all right? Would you like to join me? It's no house, but I think it's better than nothing."
Luna tilts her head. "Oh, you look familiar. A doctor, perhaps, from the clinic?"
The thundering sound bothered him and Freddie tossed in his sleep. It was early, much too early to wake up, but his unconscious knew that the sound wasn't actually thunder and it also wasn't the sound of the television. One particular roll crashed him into something next to him. It was that something because his subconscious couldn't place who might be sleeping in his bed. Maureen? Trixa? Prior? None of them sounded right. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at the thing next to him. He looked up and up further still.
And he screamed.
Scrambling away on his arms and legs from the thing in only his boxers, he tried to remember what he'd done to get him here. The last thing he'd remembered was crawling into bed at what was probably more near morning than evening. This was definitely not his bed.
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How she's come to be sitting in a puddle, in a white and brightly colored polka dot sundress, her trainers soaking through, Luna doesn't know. All she does know is that it remains a wonderful idea to wear shoes whenever sleep might happen, for just these reasons.
She starts walking, as it's better than standing still, and she imagines Draco will be so unhappy when he discovers she's been disappeared to the other side of the island. As Luna is comfortable with being lost and uncomfortable, that is suddenly and surprisingly her biggest concern. "Hello?" she calls out into the trees around her, and ducks under a tree with extremely large leaves, taking cover as she blinks into the sudden downpour.
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I heard something as I pushed past a tree, though the rain sort of muted everything. It sounded like a person, a girl's voice, not a dinosaur. Unless there were suddenly mutant girl-voice dinosaurs, which I wouldn't put past the island...but that was not the right way to think if I was going to get out of here.
"Hello?" I called back, and brushed back some branches only to find a somewhat familiar blonde girl blinking back at me. I probably looked like hell, between the blood spatter and the ripped shirt. "Oh, thank fuck you're not a...yeah."
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Luna tilts her head. "Oh, you look familiar. A doctor, perhaps, from the clinic?"
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And he screamed.
Scrambling away on his arms and legs from the thing in only his boxers, he tried to remember what he'd done to get him here. The last thing he'd remembered was crawling into bed at what was probably more near morning than evening. This was definitely not his bed.
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