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[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

The door swings open, as doors are wont to do. There’s a flash of summer, a snatch of a salty breeze, before the view is blocked by a large, purple umbrella. It advances into the bar, followed by a pair of psychedelic glasses.

Behind those is Luna.

“Oh.”

She pauses, oversized eyes widening even further as she stares around, and lowers the umbrella. Perching the multicoloured glasses on top of her head, she licks a finger and holds it up in the air.

“Oh dear,” she murmurs gravely. “The wind’s changed.”

The door snaps shut behind her.

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[cute_bruiser]

Molly's sitting at a barstool, staring around herself. She has a blackcurrant-and-sparkles milkshake, today. This is what happens when you ask Bar to pick a flavour for you. She likes it, though.

The purple of milkshake matches Luna's umbrella.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

Sparkles!

Luna’s eyes widen even further, and she pulls the glasses back down over her eyes with the air of a professor. The effect is somewhat spoiled as they slip halfway down her nose.

Holding the glasses firmly in place with a finger, she peers over Molly’s shoulder at the milkshake.

[cute_bruiser]

Molly peers back.

"Hi. Nice glasses."

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

“Hello,” she informs the milkshake solemnly, and continues to stare down at it for a few more seconds.

Then, apparently satisfied, she pushes the glasses back up onto her head and turns to Molly.

“They are, rather. I’m very fond of them.”

[cute_bruiser]

"You totally should be," Molly informs her. "They're cool. I like your umbrella, too."

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

Luna stares down at the umbrella. It stares back.

Apologetically, “It’s not as good as a broom, but daddy’s sure we’ll get it working soon.”

[cute_bruiser]

"...But it's purple. Brooms aren't purple," Molly points out. "So totally better."

Beat. "And it matches my milkshake."

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

“Only on Sundays,” she replies vaguely.

The glasses are pulled back down onto her nose for further milkshake examination.

“You’d best drink it quickly, I'm afraid.”

[cute_bruiser]

About to ask for clarification, Molly is distracted and changes questions mid-flow. "Why?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Formerly spoiled rotten prat of a wizard, now not as much spoiled but still pretty rotten prat was eyeing the new arrival behind the potions book he was reading.

He knew her a little, mostly by her reputation being absolutely... well, loony.

Then again, he's usually sneering about something so she doesn't have to think that much of it.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

Luna, humming under her breath, is busying herself with carefully shaking the umbrella dry.

The fact that it already is hardly matters, does it now?

If Draco listens very hard, he may just be able to pick out the tune of ‘Weasley Is Our King’.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

It's Luna, weird is the norm for her.

It was hard, but considering it was originally *his* song. And those blasted Gryffindors ruined it. Took his lovely scathing lyrics, and perverted them.
So yes. He recognized it.

And his scowl deepened further.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

“Weasley will make sure we win…,” she murmurs, folding the umbrella up and hanging it conscientiously from a belt loop.

Pushing the slipping spectrespecs a little further up her nose, she peers around the bar, still singing quietly. The pointed end of the umbrella scrapes along the floor, making a noise somewhat akin to chalk on a blackboard.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"No he doesn't! He was born in a soddin' bin!" Draco couldn't help snarking back finally.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

“Weasley is our-”

She pauses, glancing up. Scraaape goes the umbrella tip.

Mildly, “You’re Draco Malfoy. Are you sure?”

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"And you're loony Luna," he shot back.

He then scoffed, "Sure about what? Who am I? Or Weasley being born in a bin?"

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

The ‘loony’ slides over her head like water off a duck’s back.

Solemnly, “I think both would be a good place to start. Ronald has never mentioned any bins before. Perhaps you misheard him?”

[arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com]

The man with the blue diamonds covering his body peers over at her curiously from the spot where he's sipping his tea and a tall looking pile of saffron cream.

"Has it? I didn't think the bar had winds indoors, but I suppose it would make sense."

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

Luna turns around to stare at him, almost tripping over her umbrella in the process.

“Wind is everywhere, only sometimes it is sleeping.You have very nice tattoos. Are they magic?”

[arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com]

"Not at all, no." A small smirk and he shakes his head.

"You have very nice glasses. You'd be at the very top of Ozian fashion circles." Theirs were onl green, after all. The multicolouredness of them might appeal.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

Luna beams owlishly at him.

“Daddy makes them. Would you like to try them on?”

[arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com]

As if he didn't clash with everything enough.
But.

"Yes, I would rather like that. I am Fiyero, Prince of the Arjiki. You are, miss?" He offers his hand politely.

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

“I’m Luna Lovegood. I've never met a Prince before. Is it nice?”

She shakes his hand politely, pulling the glasses off and promptly dropping her umbrella.

[arjiki-diamonds.livejournal.com]

"It is rather less exciting than you might think."

He smiles. "A pleasure, of course."

[snorkacklover.livejournal.com]

“It’s very nice to meet you. Do you not have many thrilling swordfights, then?”

She holds the glasses out, leaving the umbrella to spin gently on the floor.

“They’re spectrespecs. Nobody sees quite the same thing through them, so it might be very interesting or not at all.”