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Friends Both in Need, Indeed

April 16th, 2010 (01:40 am)
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current location: Diagon and beyond
current mood: blah

I’m beginnin’ to get the itch for true spring, I am. While I don’t usually mind the cold and clammy air of winter all that much, it’s been kind of a tough one to get through what with nobody to keep my hands nor my heart warm. It’s starting to feel like there’s a chill settlin’ in to stay, and much as I don’t know what the hell I wanna do with my outside-work life right now, I know I don’t want that.

So when one of our pulverized potion ingredient suppliers comes up short a delivery wizard, and we need it fast at the Wheezes, I volunteer to make the walk down to the farthest end of Diagon. It’s kinda nice down there, really. Turns into somethin’ of a country lane down there, little brook off to the side babblin’ along through a little woods. Figure the air an’ the lack o’ four walls around me might just do me some good.

I head off ‘bout mid-afternoon, tryin’ to politely, if not energetical-like, return the smiles and waves of the people on the Alley I know, and walkin’ a bit faster to get on beyond ‘em quicker too.

I leave the lane about the time I run outta shops around me and figure I’ll wander the brook for a bit, maybe toss in a rock or two – or maybe even a knut for luck iffin I’ve got one with me. But it looks like someone’s beat me to it, this brook-walkin’ thing. And it’s a familiar someone, too. She looks like she’s deep in thought, and with that one, I know deep thought can be a coupla planets away.

“Luna?” I say, tryin not to be loud and speakin' from a few meters away so that I don’t startle her outta her thoughts too fast.

Both her hands are clasped at the front of ‘er large coat and I see the sun what’s coming in catch red and blue flashes on her hand. One hand slides up and a finger hooks over her chin for a mo, fore tappin and she looks up, like her finger’s the one what heard me and was bringin her to attention.

She looks for a second, then tilts ‘er head to the side and smiles. “Oh. Hello Fred or George.”

"Hello, Luna," I tell her. "And it's Fred, not George. No problem ya didn't know, but just so ya do now."

“Oh, alright. It makes it a little easier to talk, I think, so I can just say one name. You look rather introspective.”

"Do I? Introspective, eh? Well, can't say as many people have ever described me like that, but then you've never been like many other people," I tell her."And I should tell you I see that as a good thing."

Her smile widens. “You certainly are unlike others, yourself. Nobody else might have suggested I have a business. But if everybody were the same, there would be no progress, would there?”

"No, I don't s'pose there would." I look around her to see what she mighta been doin', if she was doin' anything at all."So...you workin' on anything down here, or ya just seein' what the brook tells ya? Rumour has it they're terrible babblers. Might be tough to understand it, though."

“Oh, I don’t know,” she sighs. “I was hoping it could help, but perhaps I’m grasping at nargles.”

"Hmm - yeah, nargles could be distracting at at times like these, I'll give ya that," I agree. "But, if I'm not imposin' or nothin', you said you were hopin' the brook would help. I'm just a lowly wizard 'stead of a brook, but is there anythin' I might be able to help ya with?"

She sighs again, but this time it’s a bit more disappointed and a mite testy. “Nargles aren’t real.”

"Real or not, they can still be distracting," I tell her. "Daydreams aren't real neither, but I know I've had some damned distracting daydreams. Anyway, back to this help thing. Anythin' I can do?" A sudden shiver goes through me. "Not too warm out here yet, is it? Sunshine or no."

“I suppose I don’t notice,” she says, looking down at the water, “living in Scotland as we do, but perhaps you’re right.”

"Yeah, perhaps ya don't, but I have to break it to ya, I am right." I look back toward the village and notice a few tiny new shops at the end and toward the back of the old buildings that hold the suppliers' place. Looks like one's got flowers, one's got - can't tell that one, and closest to us, one with what looks like a brand new sign that says 'Sereni-Tea'. "Hey Luna, you ever see those places before? Those little shops up there."

She tilts her head to one side and looks up. “Only the tea shop. They have a lovely selection. Do you fancy warming up over a pot?”

"Oh yeah," I tell her, beginnin' to feel my toes go numb as a stiff breeze blows down the brook. "I fancy that a whole lot. I won't be interruptin' ya from what you got goin' down here, right? Iffin we head on up there all soonish-like?"

“No, I suppose you would be more help than the brook, in any case, since you’re one too.”

I blink at her for a mo. "Am I now? And what would I be one of too?" Yeah, this oughtta be good.

Her eyes go all wide, lookin about twice as big, pale as they are. “Well, like me. Not stuck, anyhow, at least I don’t think. But perhaps you are and that’s why you’re here, too.”

Long as I've known Luna, she's always had this uncanny way of cuttin' right to the chase and knowin' more than anybody can ever figure out how. "Hmm. Well, yeah I suppose you could say I am stuck, in a way. But I'm not sure it's in a way I can work myself out of right soon, or maybe even work myself out of by myself. Hard to tell, really."

“Perhaps a bit of company could help us both,” she muses, lookin up at the tea shop. “At least nudge us loose from the dried mud.”

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Posted by: nm_fred (nm_fred)
Posted at: May 8th, 2010 08:57 am (UTC)
hither 2

"Yeah, sure. And we do, just...s'pose I've talked to him 'bout a hundred times already on it, and - poor bloke, there's only so much he can do. I just don't feel like weighin' him down with it day after day after day when I'm already weighin' him down with me not bein' able to contribute so much to the business and invent new prototypes and the like either." I stop talkin' for a minute, wonderin' iffin I oughtta bring this up, but what the hell. "Kinda went through the same sorta thing for a bit after findin' out me an' Angie weren't gonna make it, too, so it's not the first time, Second time makes me wonder if it's somethin' about me, not just the world and life conspirin'. Ya know?”

“Well…you know, I think you take companionship so much deeper than other people. You have always, always had somebody. Not many other people have. You have always known what forever with somebody is like that when you care about somebody, and they leave you, you feel forever going and turning into never.” She takes a sip of her tea and looks up at the ceiling. “Or I suppose. I don’t know what always, always having somebody is like. My mother died and my father lied, and even though now I have Colin, there was a time that I hadn’t before. I only know what ‘from here on’ is like, and it is wonderful.”

"Hmm," I ponder. "Reckon I never thought of it like that. But I s'pose ya could be right. Instead of expectin' myself to be feelin' the same as I used to feel, mebbe I oughtta be takin' a think about how I feel now, and decide to go 'from here on' like that instead of worryin' about gettin' back to me bein' the same ol'."

Her smile sorta brightens. “Yes. I think that’s a very good way to look at it. Things always change, and if we’re so worried about what we lost, we may never see the things we have. Daddy always said, It’s easier to fly the broom looking ahead.

I feel my brow wrinkle a bit in thought at that. "Can't hardly argue with that now, can I? Alright then. Well, I can give that a try, I can. No harm in it. I'll start givin' it a shot to look ahead rather than lookin' at my behind, which really isn't all that interestin' from this perspective, anyhoo."

She laughs at that, loudly and quite gaily. "No, probably not from yours. But maybe somebody else will look ahead and see your behind and like it."

I have to laugh at that thought too. "Ya reckon so? So mebbe that's part o' the problem too. What with all the lookin' back I've been doin' I haven't been lookin' ahead enough to to catch the fair behinds of the witches what are lookin' ahead themselves - or lettin' the ones who might be followin' me catch up. Prongs. Confusin' as it is, this is beginnin' to sound like a plan."

She thinks again. "I don't think you should look for that. People might not like it.
I grin at her. "Aw, darlin', trick to that is that ya don't let the witches know you're lookin'. At least till you know 'em a bit and you're sure the moment's right
that they'll be flattered you were."

"I think it's alright to look," she says all pensive. "But just not seek it out. I couldn't really say."

"Not seek it, eh?" I ask, smirkin' a bit. "Funny, that. Angie always said it was alright if I looked, as long as I didn't touch. She never said nothin' about seekin'."

"Oh, I don't mind if Colin touches," she says with a dreamy sorta smile.

I hafta try and cover the sorta snigger that sneaks outta me at that. "Yeah, I'd imagine not. Husbandly prerogative, and all that. Don't suppose he minds it much neither - and, erm, neither did Angie, when we were together. She just meant about me lookin' at and not touchin' other witches - and that was all fine by me, long as I had her. Just need to find me another I get on with like I did her or Astrea. Though I know ya don't usually find anybody when you're lookin' too hard."

"No. Not that I've known, at least. But I don't know much about other people."

"Yeah well, s'pose it's the same for everybody, or at least, for most," I say. "Reckon that's pretty much what I gotta do then, is get myself involved in somethin' so I'm not thinkin' on stuff too hard - and then do like you said, be where I am and start from here lookin' forward."

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