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Luna Lovegood
"People call me 'Loony' Lovegood, actually."
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23rd-May-2006 06:24 pm - Everyone, Everyone
“Luna?” I look up from my book, startled. It’s Father – Chipi perched on his shoulder – and he’s holding a letter. “This just came for you.” I smile, taking it and tucking the parchment into the back of my book. Father sits on the edge of my bed. “It’s good to have you home,” he says quietly.
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4th-Apr-2006 09:32 pm - The Merits of Pet Robins
Chipi and I sit in my bedroom, reading aloud. I finish the chapter and close Chronicles of a Life Well Led with a sigh and fall back against my pillow, disturbing Chipi’s perch. He flutters down to my finger and settles, glaring at me.

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22nd-Mar-2006 10:49 am - He Ain't Heavy, He's Just Ernie
Ernie bares his soul.
22nd-Mar-2006 10:41 am - He Ain't Heavy, He's Just Ernie
I accept Ernie's offer to take me home, feeling somewhat sure that he isn’t just being polite this time.

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12th-Mar-2006 04:05 pm - The Healing Properties of a Warm Bath
I wake to the soft music of the birds outside. My head feels heavy but my stomach settled, and I push my heavy duvet away from myself as I stand.

It’s difficult, at first, because I feel dizzy and my legs are weak from disuse, but I’m able to remain upright for the first time in a week. I walk slowly towards the window, reaching out and grabbing the sill before I can collapse.

Outside, a single bird is chirping happily at my window. The world seems to have continued on, and I regret that a week of my life was lost to illness. I smile at the bird. “Good afternoon,” I say politely. “Would you like to come inside?"

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I’m so tired. It hit me all of a sudden – my nose is stuffed, my eyes are running, and I feel like a very small man is carving out my insides. I’ve been curled up in bed since this afternoon; Father says that it’s all my traveling and the excitement catching up with me.

I just want to sleep. Everything I’ve tried to eat has come back up. Poor Father’s been stuck by my side all day, reading to me to distract me from the pain in my stomach.

I groan, curling into a tight ball and squeezing my face together. “Ouch,” I moan. “Isn’t there some sort of spell to make this go away?”

He pets my head, making soothing noises. “Hush, darling,” he whispers. “Try to sleep.”

I shut my eyes and hastily oblige.
I’m almost nervous as I arrive at Ginny and Harry’s flat, tugging at my shirt and studying my wand behind my ear. The door swings open and I find myself staring into a beaming Harry Potter’s face. All at once, my nervousness leaves me and I smile hugely, throwing my arms around him and then making a beeline for Ginny.

We were so close, our last year at Hogwarts. I know that my running away messed all that up, but I hope that maybe we’ll be able to cross that bridge again. We make small talk for a little while as I absorb the flat and the way the two interact with one another before Harry has to leave for the Ministry. I hug him goodbye, almost sure that once he leaves Ginny and I will have a lot to talk about.

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1st-Mar-2006 03:29 pm(no subject)
There's a throb in my chest. I stare down at the article in my hand, tears dripping onto the tips of my hair and stinging my eyes. I'm shaking, although I'm not sure why, and suddenly it feels like everything is crumbling, tumbling, shattering on the cold, cold ground.

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23rd-Feb-2006 05:00 pm - Homecoming, the Gala, and Patrick
It’s been a long time since I’ve walked down this road. I would have apparated right to the door, but I’ve always liked this little path. It is lined with bushes and the trees that dangle overhead are beautifully arched as though built just for us.

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21st-Feb-2006 04:22 pm - Firecalls and the Quibbler
I gaze helplessly at my desk. Piles and piles are letters are stacked neatly on the dark wood. My owl, Sonali, hoots reproachfully at me as I sit down. “Hush, you,” I tell her with a sigh as I pick up the post on the top of the pile. “I know I should have started earlier. But it’s just been so crazy, reuniting with Father, getting settled. I haven’t even had time to visit Ginny yet – the real reason I returned! Do you honestly think I have the time to read years-old letters?”

She blinks, unmoved, and dips her head into her water bowl.

I smile, although puzzled by the return address on the letter in my hand. Why the devil would Ernie MacMillan be writing me a letter? I wonder, and carefully tear the tip of the envelope.

As I scan the letter, my heart begins to be faster and faster with excitement. He’s offering to help me resurrect the Quibbler! I’m quite cross with Father for letting it fall so far from it’s usual standards. Just last night we were discussing how to bring it back to its former glory – and now this post from Ernie, declaring that he’ll fund our project and help us get back on our feet!

It is a fabulous, wonderful, brilliant evening.

I stand, placing a wet kiss on Sonali’s head, and eagerly run to my closet. I’m dressed in a loose plaid pants and an old t-shirt; it wouldn’t do to meet with the bloke who might be my future business partner dressed like this!

“Sonali – I need my hairbrush. And what do you think – when should I call? Shame on me for letting his letter go without reply for so long! He must think me terribly rude. I should call on him tonight. Yes – wonderful idea, darling. I’ll call in an hour or so – to give myself time to look presentable. Darling! This is so exciting!”

I curl my hand around the hairbrush and shout, “Father! I have wonderful news!”

Who knows what else is hidden in the bundles of parchment on my desk? Perhaps sifting through it won’t be so bad, after all!
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