It's raining.

Luna is beginning to feel the familiar fluttering of panic in the pit of her stomach. Of all the days for it to rain. . . she muses quietly, not particularly bitter, but still worried. It had to be today.

She has no umbrella. Or, she does, but its whereabouts are currently unknown to her. It disappeared in the first week of school and she hasn't really missed it until now. But as the water soaks gradually through her sweater she's beginning to realize exactly why she packed it in the first place.

She wonders vaguely if he'll show up. Theodore has never yet failed to arrive when his presence is called for. But all the same, she smiles a little to herself. I don't think this even counts as rain. It has ascended just the title of 'rain'. At least in the wetness factor.

This is a very strange train of thought, but Luna clings to it rather desperately. If she doesn't then she'll really have to come to terms with the fact that it's fifteen minutes past noon and he still hasn't arrived and maybe he isn't going to arrive; and if she thinks about that too long then she's sure she'll do something very stupid. Like cry. To start crying when she's all ready as wet as she is would be the ultimate mortification, even if she's the only one who would know.

Quite suddenly though, there is a small cough from behind her. Luna turned (slowly. It was getting quite slippery.) and lo and behold, there he was. Looking considerably dryer and with an umbrella.

How sensible.

"Oh," she smiles as though she hadn't just been contemplating crying (Heaven forbid). "Hello. Sorry, I wasn't planning for it to be so wet."

"Well. Things happen." Theodore shrugs, slightly, and steps gingerly towards her. Clearly falling in the mud isn't high on his list of priorities either. "Where's your. . ." He stops mid-way through inquiring after her umbrella. "Nevermind. Will the, er, Snorkacks mind the weather?"

"Oh, yes. They're swimmers, actually, so they love rain." She says, almost too cheerfully because he's right beside her now, and she is quite suddenly sharing his umbrella.

And it doesn't really matter that it's raining anymore.