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Friends Both in Need, Indeed

April 16th, 2010 (01:40 am)

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.”


Posted by: nm_fred (nm_fred)
Posted at: May 8th, 2010 08:59 am (UTC)

"Yes. Of course you've plenty to keep you busy with all your inventions and your business, and there's plenty of ways you can be around a lot of people, especially with your Hogsmeade business. And if you ever want a bit of company that's different, I will be happy to be it."

I chuckle a bit. Luna's always got the most amazing ways to put things. "I will be happy for you to be it, too, Luna - and I appreciate it. Honest."

She beams at that. "Honestly? Oh, I'm glad."

"Me too," I tell her. "And since we're bein' honest, I'm really glad we came here and talked. It's felt good."

"Yes, it did for me, too." She smiles. "Thank you for being my friend."

"Thanks for bein' my friend too, darlin'," I tell her, reachin' over and squeezin' her hand a mo. "Hope I helped you talkin' 'bout inspiration half as much as you helped me talkin' about findin' myself."

"I don't really know if you did," she answers, squeezin my hand back. "But it did help just to talk. I feel a little less frustrated."

"Good - well, that's all good. So we both came out ahead, anyway." I pause and look into my empty tea cup. "So either we both give good advice, or...that was damn good tea!"

She giggles and adds, "I think it was both."

"Could be you're right. So, iffin you're all done with your tea there? S'posin' I oughtta be gettin' back to the shop soon-ish. Geordie'll be wonderin' if I fell in the creek for sure."

"Oh. Yes, and I'd better go back to the office, I suppose."

I reach inside my robes and rummage around to find a sickle or two tip for the tea, settin' it on the table. "I've gotta head over to one of our suppliers across the road or I'd be glad to walk ya back. Unless ya'd wanna come with me? Didn't wanna hold ya up iffin ya couldn't afford the time or nothin'."

"No, that's fine, but thank you. I have been out so much anyways."

"Alrighty then, mebbe next time." I hold out my hand to help her to her feet and then wait as she walks ahead toward the door.

When we get out of the building, she reaches out and hugs her arms around me.
And I'm more than happy to return the hug. "Thanks again, darlin’," I tell her once we've pulled apart. "You've been more 'n a bit helpful, and certainly delightful company for tea. We must do this again some time - and give m'best to your talented husband, eh?"

"Yes! I certainly will. And please say hello to George for me."

"That I'll do! Oh - an' don't forget you're invited to come play in our inventin' room if ever ya wanna. Don't stay stumped too long, eh?" I give 'er a smile at that, seein' as I'm likely more stumped than she is.

She smiles. "Thank you. I will certainly keep that in my mind. And I hope that you find yourself soon."

"I hope so too, but I appreciate the sentiment," I tell her. "Have a safe trip back, Luna-moth, and we'll see ya soon!"

She waves to me and starts toward an apparition spot, looks like.

I hold my hand up in farewell, then take a few steps the opposite way to cross the road. By the time I look back, she's gone. So I turn again and continue on, headin' for the supplier's place, and hopefully for a better place for myself soon as well.

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