Fic: To Share With A Smoker (Luna, Neville/Pansy, PG)
Title: To Share With a Smoker
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #47 Smell
Word Count: ~400 words
Summary: Luna would be jealous, but she knows Pansy needs Neville's attentions more than she does.
Notes: For 100quills. Same drill as before, meant to sit within The End of All the Fighting 'verse. There is a list for it here.
To Share With a Smoker
Luna watches them through the glass of the French doors. Her copy of The Storage Properties of Silver and Gold by Edward Sylver lies abandoned in her lap. She knows that Hermione will not forgive her for having a break from the ongoing onslaught of research, but Luna could care less. Some things are more important than research, even during war.
Pansy’s laughter is jaded and mocking. Luna can hear it from her spot in the armchair in the living room. It is muffled through the glass, but it is still loud but hopeless. Luna feels likes it has been twisted into a gross parody of emotion.
Neville shakes his head and gestures. Luna can only see his profile, but there is conviction and hope on his face. Luna’s heart warms. She knows that Neville believes. Neville believes that they will be safe because the know how to fight this time. They know what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is doing. They are not fighting blindly this time, and Neville trusts that they will survive, whole and in one piece.
A puff of smoke wafts up into the air around Pansy. She is smoking again, and every time she enters a room, Luna can smell the smoke of Pansy’s cigarettes.
Neville reaches out across and takes Pansy’s wand from her hand. Luna watches as the other girl stiffens. Both Pansy and Luna watch Neville carefully. Neville holds Pansy’s wand, and opens his other palm. The blue Muggle Fire-Box that Neville has been carrying around lies across it. Pansy shakes her head and mutters something that Luna cannot make out through the glass doors.
Pansy doesn’t take the Fire-Box, but she reaches for her wand. Neville shakes his head and steps back. His hand closes around the Fire-Box and Luna looks down at her book. The pages are thin, and now crinkled. Luna presses her fingertips against them in an effort to straighten them. She can smell tobacco, coffee and burning.
“Crumple-Horned Snorkacks mate for life,” she tells Pansy as the other girl closes the French Doors.
Pansy looks at her, a puzzled expression on her face. “I don’t get you,” she says.
Luna closes the book in her lap. She can sense Pansy’s irritation and frustration. “Don’t hurt him,” Luna says plainly.
Understanding dawns on Pansy’s face at those words and she nods. “That's not my intention,” she replies and walks through the kitchen. The scent of tobacco, coffee and burning trails behind her.
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #47 Smell
Word Count: ~400 words
Summary: Luna would be jealous, but she knows Pansy needs Neville's attentions more than she does.
Notes: For 100quills. Same drill as before, meant to sit within The End of All the Fighting 'verse. There is a list for it here.
To Share With a Smoker
Luna watches them through the glass of the French doors. Her copy of The Storage Properties of Silver and Gold by Edward Sylver lies abandoned in her lap. She knows that Hermione will not forgive her for having a break from the ongoing onslaught of research, but Luna could care less. Some things are more important than research, even during war.
Pansy’s laughter is jaded and mocking. Luna can hear it from her spot in the armchair in the living room. It is muffled through the glass, but it is still loud but hopeless. Luna feels likes it has been twisted into a gross parody of emotion.
Neville shakes his head and gestures. Luna can only see his profile, but there is conviction and hope on his face. Luna’s heart warms. She knows that Neville believes. Neville believes that they will be safe because the know how to fight this time. They know what He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is doing. They are not fighting blindly this time, and Neville trusts that they will survive, whole and in one piece.
A puff of smoke wafts up into the air around Pansy. She is smoking again, and every time she enters a room, Luna can smell the smoke of Pansy’s cigarettes.
Neville reaches out across and takes Pansy’s wand from her hand. Luna watches as the other girl stiffens. Both Pansy and Luna watch Neville carefully. Neville holds Pansy’s wand, and opens his other palm. The blue Muggle Fire-Box that Neville has been carrying around lies across it. Pansy shakes her head and mutters something that Luna cannot make out through the glass doors.
Pansy doesn’t take the Fire-Box, but she reaches for her wand. Neville shakes his head and steps back. His hand closes around the Fire-Box and Luna looks down at her book. The pages are thin, and now crinkled. Luna presses her fingertips against them in an effort to straighten them. She can smell tobacco, coffee and burning.
“Crumple-Horned Snorkacks mate for life,” she tells Pansy as the other girl closes the French Doors.
Pansy looks at her, a puzzled expression on her face. “I don’t get you,” she says.
Luna closes the book in her lap. She can sense Pansy’s irritation and frustration. “Don’t hurt him,” Luna says plainly.
Understanding dawns on Pansy’s face at those words and she nods. “That's not my intention,” she replies and walks through the kitchen. The scent of tobacco, coffee and burning trails behind her.