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Auturgy has some in. I bottled it yesterday.

[Oh, it's Dean-- at least, she imagines it must be, with that name. She doesn't know of too many Thomases in the Wizarding world, after all, and it's been quite clear she's not the only one displaced.

She wonders when he's from. It'd be nice, if he were from after the war. It'd be nice, to know someone survived the whole mess that she had so recently still been living through.]

Autugry's the one in Diagon Alley, yes? Is it open right now?

Privated:

And by any chance is that *Dean* Thomas?

[ There aren't many Thomases in the wizarding world. At least, none that Dean has been able to find. ]

It is! It's almost curfew, though, so you'll have to hurry.

Privated;

That's me. Who is this?

[Maybe someday there'd be more-- Or, at least, a particular one.]

Oh, I'd forgotten about that. Rather troublesome, isn't it? And I find it rather silly they've applied it to all the displaced.

[As well as the whole blood status etc. thing. That's just a sign of something to be concerned about, right there.]

Privated:

It's Luna. I'm glad it's you-- have you been all right?

[Last she'd known, he'd been on the run, and, well-- Now, he's in this time.]

It's inconvenient, that's for sure.

[ He doesn't want to say much more in public. ]

Privated;

Luna! It's good to see y-- well, write with you.

I've been alright. I've been living in London, studying art.

What do you make of this place, though? It feels almost like the War again.

I'd say unnecessary and a touch worrisome, even. Does it even help the way it's meant to?

[She hiiiiiighly doubts it.]

Privated:

Glad to hear you've been well enough. [If obviously not from when she is.]

And it's not quite 'again' yet for me, I'm afraid. But yes, I'm certainly seeing the similarities.

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I don't know. From what I've read, people are still disappearing and they've had this curfew for ages.

Privated;

Was it still happening for you? Luna, I'm sorry.

That seems rather like it's not working, then. I wonder why they've not managed to find a better way?

Privated:
It was. I was still in Malfoy Manor when I got taken here. Made for quite a shock for Draco's son. He was very sweet, though-- Have you met him yet, in the time you're from?

I wonder that too.

Privated;

I don't think I'm anywhere near far ahead enough for Draco to have a son yet. It's only been a year and a half, for me.

Perhaps they don't have the right people working on finding one.

[Or, you know. Anyone at all.]

Privated;
Oh, you're really not from so far off at all! I'm actually rather glad. I was a bit concerned there'd not be anyone from close to my time at all.

Privated;

Do you reckon we could be those "right people?" Start D.A. up again?

I imagine we ought to be. What's stopping us, if we're able to and we must?

[She's always been the type to push for justice without considering possible costs.]

[someone displaced and not liking the curfew??? That certainly catches Ron's attention.]

When are you from?

[As that username catches Luna's.]

1998. Around March, I think, but it's hard for me to be sure.

Is that you, Ron?

[The past few days have been edgy ones for him, full of regret for his un and fear for his family. She's a few months past him, and the way she writes is familiar - not the handwriting, exactly, but the manner.

But he's cagey. It's because of the twisting in his gut (although maybe he's just hungry).]

Who's asking?

[That nervousness certainly speaks to Luna's state of mind; seems to indicate someone else (finally) that's coming from during the war. It's almost a relief. It's certainly got her taking a chance.]

A friend. Or, at least, I *do* hope you think of me as a friend, although I imagine you're probably not quite so keen about it as Harry is-- He's so very nice. I hope he's all right. I imagine you'd know better than I do, though. I've not exactly been seeing him.

[Or anyone, really. Which is why it takes her a few seconds to realize she never actually got to the point she was trying to make. This whole deliberately communicating to people directly is hard work.]

It's Luna. I do really quite hope it's you, Ron. It'd be quite nice to find someone else from my version of time.

[Thank Merlin she knows Dean's here, now, too. Scorpius was a sweet young man who'd helped her get as situated as he could, but it wasn't the same as properly having people she knew and trusted here.

She's missed having her friends.]

[He can tell it's her even before she gets to her name, and he's relieved, too. Worried, for a moment, at least until he remembers Dumbledore's Army: Luna may have always been a bit off, but she'd proven you could rely on her in a pinch.

(Plus she had that great lion hat thing when he played his first quidditch game, so there's that check in her favor, too.)]

Yeah, it's me. You're a bit ahead of me, though - it's still only 1997, or it was before all this insanity happened. All right, Luna?

You're closer in time than some others I've met, at least.

[He's still in the war. She wonders if she should feel guilty that she's grateful; decides it's not worth the extra energy.]

I'm [How to put this.] Worried about how time's gotten all odd and everything, but still better than I was.

[It's hard for things not to be better than that terrible cellar.]

[He feels - well, not guilty exactly, but it is a strange sort of relief to have someone else who understands where they came from. Well, sort of: only Harry and Hermione really know what that was like, he reckons.]

Yeah, real worried. Hold on - what's going on at Hogwarts back home, then?

[Since, of course, he assumes that's where she's been.]

[Well. That's going to earn a brief pause. It's a little difficult to explain the situation, after all.]

It's mainly Death Eaters teaching at Hogwarts now. [She imagines he can read between the lines for what that might imply-- this is hardly the medium to talk of "detentions" and torture and fear.] But I haven't been there since December. Dad and I angered them a bit too much for them to let me stay.

[There's a pause and some smudgey ink marks while Ron sees red. 'The Death Eaters are teaching at Hogwarts now' is definitely among the most horrifying things he's ever read, and he read that Rita Skeeter article about Harry and Hermione.

Eventually, he gets his shit together and manages to write an actual sentence, if rather sloppy.]

So you've been safe at home then?

[He writes safe for a reason. He wants to know.]

[There's a pause and a dot of ink where Luna puts her quill down. It takes her a moment to breathe through the brief ache.]

Quite the opposite.

[For a moment that's all she can write, but then:]

They've been keeping me in Malfoy Manor. Or were, before I came here.

What

[He starts writing as a gut reaction, then thinks how bloody stupid this is. She may be right, he isn't so keen on their friendship as Harry is, but she's still his friend and he will go back to Rosier's pub and strangle Lucius Malfoy himself if he has to.

But maybe first thing's first.]

Where are you right now Luna?

I've been staying at an apartment above Fortescue's. Scorpius-- Draco's future son, apparently-- found me in the cellar after [Maybe saying she panicked isn't the best way to explain this, true though it is.] I ended up in this time. He helped explain things and got me sorted the best he could.

[Okay well that. That surprise him a bit. A lot. He is very surprised by a Malfoy helping someone. It makes sense, he supposes, that it'd be Scorpius who helped, because every other Malfoy Ron's ever met has been a git and a half. And if Harry's son befriended him then he can't be all bad, probably.

He lets out an annoyed breath and probably mutters to himself but at least this Malfoy doesn't appear to be the slimiest. (That award definitely goes to the Lucius of this era.)]

Can I come see you then?

[Oh. Well if that doesn't earn one of her first (closer to) proper smiles in a long time.]

I'd like that very much.

[He doesn't write again, but he does apparate to Diagon Alley and make his way to Fortescue's. It takes some poking around - usually he's stubborn, but in the normal world he'd probably ask how to ring the apartment above. Here, though, the less contact he has with people he doesn't know - or worse, people he does - the better.

When he gets upstairs, he taps on a door he thinks might be hers.]

Luna?

[It's her door. There's a little radish hanging off the door knocker. It's part self-protection, part indication for anyone who might know her.

She glances through the peephole before opening the door. Maybe she should be more careful than just that, but she's too relieved to see someone she knows to do it.]

Hello, Ron.

[Trust Luna to put her quirks on anything. The door opens, and Ron has not gotten tired of seeing a familiar face - some of the tension bleeds out of him. He thinks about hugging her, then second guesses himself and settles for taking in anything out of place. Ron might not be the most observant bloke in England, but it's hard to hear that she's been kept at Malfoy bloody Manor and not look for signs of harm.]

Hi. How long have you been up here?

[There's a fading black eye on her left side and an almost painfully thin look to her, when she opens the door. The worst of the scars are hidden beneath the long sleeves of her shirt-- will remain that way for some time. Still, the gauntness and general air of frailty to her will be enough of a hint at what she'd been through.

She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]

Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?

[In this time period, obviously.]

[Bloody hell, she looks like a strong wind might knock her over. It makes the frown in his brow settle in for the long hall.]

'Bout the same - Luna, are you all right? Do you need-- [Healing? Rest and relaxation? Destressing?] --Something to eat?

[wellness begins and ends with food, in Ron's humble opinion. He is also bad at these things, even when he tries not to be.]

Oh, no, thank you very much. The owner of Fortescue's is my Mum's uncle-- or, well, my Mum back in our time, anyways-- and he was kind enough to let me stay. He's been feeding me quite a bit.

[Understandably so, given... Well, how she looks.

She steps back nonetheless to let him in, a continued smile on her face.]

Do come in. Speaking of food, I've actually some leftovers if you need any, but right now I think I might go for some tea.

I was about to mention that I've some in stock but I see that Dean's already put in a good word for the shop.

I make a couple different variants of it, we can figure out which is closest to what suits your needs and go from there.

He has! I'll try to drop by tomorrow, so it's not so close to ~~this silly~~ curfew.

Thank you very much. I assume you're the owner? It looks like a very pleasant shop from what I've seen of the outside.

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