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[sees_them_too]

Luna Lovegood walks into the bar with her nose buried in Beyond Basilisks: The Hidden World of Experimental Breeding.

She seems only vaguely aware that she has stepped from Hogwarts into Milliways. Her attention is on her book. And on the faint rustling sound that has been following her since the end of her Transfiguration class. Clearly, she thinks, her ear for detecting nargles is improving.

In actuality, the rustling can be attributed to the sign stuck to the back of her robe – a piece of parchment with LOONY LOVEGOOD in purple and puce.

It's fairly lurid. And flashing.

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[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Luna." Cy doesn't quite notice that she doesn't notice. He hears the rustling, but isn't sure what's up with that, either.

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Luna looks up from her book and smiles.

"Hello."

The nargles seem to have stopped along with her.

"How are you?"

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"I'm good. You? Did I catch you cramming for finals or something?" He used to do that all the time. Brains or no brains, he had terrible study habits.

Funny that the rustling stopped.

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"Oh, no. Just a bit of recreational reading. It's quite a fascinating subject."

And really much more widespread than the Ministry likes to make known.

"Finals aren't for ages yet."

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"What are you reading?" Recreational? That book must be like 650 pages. And he bets it's one of those books about vampires teens like.

If he had peripheral vision in his left eye, he might have spotted something.

[sees_them_too]

Vampires are in a slightly different section of the Hogwarts library.

"It's a book about the experimental breeding of magical creatures. Primarily historic accounts, of course. There's been a ban on it for quite some time."

She holds the heavy book up so that he can see the cover.

"Not that it doesn't get violated from time to time, of course."

[says-the-booyah.livejournal.com]

"That's talking about mad science? And you read that for fun.

"Luna, anyone tell you are kinda weird?" He doesn't mean it as an insult. Just an observation.

[pullsneedles]

Lucas was busy with a project of his own. Latest developments being what they are, he wants to see how his household can work in the near future. He sees Luna as she walks by with a smile.

"Hey, Miss Luna," he says, turning to see her. "How are you?"

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Luna stops and looks up and around.

(The rustling stops as well. The nargles must be quite interested in what she's doing.)

She smiles at the sight of Lucas.

"Hello, Lucas. I'm fine. How are you?"

[pullsneedles]

"Doing all right, I guess. Some new stuff is going on at home but it's kinda been like that anyway."

He's worried about Mister Wess but at least he might be able to help him out.

"Is that something for school?"

[sees_them_too]

Luna looks down at her book.

"Not really. I'm just reading it for fun."

Though it is a good supplement for her Care of Magical Creatures class. Mr. Hagrid is a nice man, but, Luna has to admit, not the best of teachers.

"I'm glad to hear that. How is your family?"

[pullsneedles]

At least he's passionate about his subject?

"Dad still hasn't found Claus and something's going on in Tazmily that might affect Grandpa. This man, Mister Fassad, he's been causing some of the changes at home and he says he's gonna build a rest home."

It's an entirely new concept for Lucas but not one he's looking forward to seeing. Building the rest home means tearing down Mister Wess's house according to what Mister Wess was told by Mister Fassad.

"Mister Wess, he's been helping me out some, might be moving in with me for a while when they build it."

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"You mean like for convalescents?" Luna asks. "Is that a bad thing?"

She supposes she can see how it could be either one -- good or bad. Depending on circumstances, of course.

"I don't think I've heard about Mr. Wess. Is he nice?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo blinks. Even in cyberspace, prankishly stuck notes don't usually do that.

"Um. Hey, uh. Miss?"

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Luna looks up. And blinks.

But the boy stays green. That's rather interesting.

"Yes?"

[a1enzo]

A bit apologetically: "You've got something on your back."

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Luna looks back over her shoulder.

Then her other shoulder. But sees nothing.

She looks back to the boy, lowers her voice, and whispers.

"Does it have wings?"

She's always highly suspected that nargles have wings. Though it's just a guess. No one has ever seen one.

[a1enzo]

Blink. Blink. "No?"

Pause.

Sigh. "It's a piece of paper. Someone was making fun of you."

Possibly he has a clue as to why.

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"Oh."

Luna looks a little disappointed. Though not upset.

She had really hoped that it was a nargle.

"Petra, that must have been. Or Evan," she adds, reaching around and tugging at the edge of the paper.

They both sit behind her in Transfiguration. And have a habit of indulging in signs.

[ellectrical]

From her seat near the door, Elle follows Luna's back with her eyes.

In her mind, she's fondly thinking of the sign as an especially funny-looking name tag.

(Or maybe mostly, Elle's admiring the flashing.)

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Luna carefully sidesteps a waitrat, still reading. Or appearing to read.

But her ears are quite attuned to the rustling behind her. The nargles are quite bold today.

Luna pauses, and quickly casts a look over her shoulder. Then her other shoulder.

But not bold enough for her to catch sight of them, it would seem.

[ellectrical]

It still takes a moment for anything to click in Elle's mind.

Then -

"It's on your back."

But she still hasn't quite given up on her strange name tag thought.

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Luna freezes.

She doesn't want to scare the nargle away.

She shifts her eyes over to the woman seated nearby.

"What's it doing?" she asks, in a voice a little above a whisper.

[ellectrical]

"Flashing."

She answers in an entirely normal voice.

[sees_them_too]

Luna frowns a little.

"Flashing?"

Nothing that she has ever read or researched indicate that nargles flash.