Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter II: Into the First Day.
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"That's a lovely name," Sol said as he sat on the chair in front of her. "Moon of eternal bliss?" he asked making her laugh.
"I wish that were true," Luna said. "Nathanael? The Gift of God? Are you really?" His smile widened and nodded.
"Has been for as long as I can remember," he said but Luna felt that he was not lying. "So, what's a pretty young lass like you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he smiled.
"The night calls to me," Luna said as she sipped her coffee. "And the moon watches over me, so I feel safe in the depth of the night."
"A night person eh?" Sol sighed. "I wish I could go out in the night." Luna tilted her head in curiosity.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Achluophobia," Sol's smile was sullen and almost painfully.
"Fear of darkness," Luna nodded in understanding. But it pained her to see his sullen feature. "But you open your shop till the middle of the night."
"Did you happen to notice that my storefront is the brightest in this street?" he asked. Luna turned to the open window and squinted to the brightness of the street.
"It's hard not to," she smiled. "But you do go out?"
"In the day," he said.
"How do you sleep?"
"In the middle of the day," Sol sighed.
"Low long do you sleep anyway?" Luna asked as she bit on a crumpet.
"Three hours," he smiled. "Minimum." Luna looked at him astonished. She herself sleeps at least five hours and when she came back from a mission, she could sleep the whole day.
"So, you sleep with the lights on?" she asked. Sol refilled her cup and smiled. Luna couldn't figure out why she was warming towards this man in such a short time. She felt like she could trust him eternally.
"At least my desk lamp," he admitted. "Too much light and I couldn't sleep at all." For her it was the exact opposite. The darker the room was, the more comfortable she slept.
The hours dwindled as they talked for Luna, it was like she remembered what human contact was like and was beginning to like it. For Sol, he was glad for someone to share the depths of the night with him.
Two different persons sought the same thing; companionship. To lessen the loneliness of their souls. But they both believed that they cannot be saved.
However their thoughts were momentarily set on hold as they enjoyed each other's company.
For a muggle, Sol was okay in Luna's eyes.
For a woman, Luna was witty and smart. Sol liked that he could converse comfortably with someone like her. And it didn't hurt that she was also a looker.
Luna finally felt free even for a moment.... but then...
A tingling sound came from her purse and she suddenly panicked. She looked out to the open window to confirm it. A highlight of red touched the morning sky.
Morning! Luna rummaged her purse for a couple of bills while Sol looked at her in concern.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"I have to go," she said quickly as she tried to find some muggle money.
"Do you have to?" he asked softly. The softness of his voice made her stop and slowly, she calmed herself.
"Unfortunately, I do," she smiled. "I have to go home." But when she looked at the crimson sky, she tensed.
"Ah," he smiled in understanding. "We are opposites of the same coin," he chuckled.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"Eosophobia," he smiled. "Go," he prodded.
"But how much do I owe you?" she asked.
"Your company is payment enough," he calmly said. "Although it would please me very much to have your company once again." Tension left her face as she smiled at him.
"As would I," she said in a light tone. "Until the next time," she smiled and walked out the door.
"Until the next time, my lady," Sol whispered as he watched her walked briskly but gracefully into the shadows.
And as the first rays of the morning sun touched his face, Sol smiled and felt alive for the first time in years.
And he found himself strangely anticipating for night to come.
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end of 2
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Chapter II: Into the First Day.
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"That's a lovely name," Sol said as he sat on the chair in front of her. "Moon of eternal bliss?" he asked making her laugh.
"I wish that were true," Luna said. "Nathanael? The Gift of God? Are you really?" His smile widened and nodded.
"Has been for as long as I can remember," he said but Luna felt that he was not lying. "So, what's a pretty young lass like you doing out here in the middle of the night?" he smiled.
"The night calls to me," Luna said as she sipped her coffee. "And the moon watches over me, so I feel safe in the depth of the night."
"A night person eh?" Sol sighed. "I wish I could go out in the night." Luna tilted her head in curiosity.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Achluophobia," Sol's smile was sullen and almost painfully.
"Fear of darkness," Luna nodded in understanding. But it pained her to see his sullen feature. "But you open your shop till the middle of the night."
"Did you happen to notice that my storefront is the brightest in this street?" he asked. Luna turned to the open window and squinted to the brightness of the street.
"It's hard not to," she smiled. "But you do go out?"
"In the day," he said.
"How do you sleep?"
"In the middle of the day," Sol sighed.
"Low long do you sleep anyway?" Luna asked as she bit on a crumpet.
"Three hours," he smiled. "Minimum." Luna looked at him astonished. She herself sleeps at least five hours and when she came back from a mission, she could sleep the whole day.
"So, you sleep with the lights on?" she asked. Sol refilled her cup and smiled. Luna couldn't figure out why she was warming towards this man in such a short time. She felt like she could trust him eternally.
"At least my desk lamp," he admitted. "Too much light and I couldn't sleep at all." For her it was the exact opposite. The darker the room was, the more comfortable she slept.
The hours dwindled as they talked for Luna, it was like she remembered what human contact was like and was beginning to like it. For Sol, he was glad for someone to share the depths of the night with him.
Two different persons sought the same thing; companionship. To lessen the loneliness of their souls. But they both believed that they cannot be saved.
However their thoughts were momentarily set on hold as they enjoyed each other's company.
For a muggle, Sol was okay in Luna's eyes.
For a woman, Luna was witty and smart. Sol liked that he could converse comfortably with someone like her. And it didn't hurt that she was also a looker.
Luna finally felt free even for a moment.... but then...
A tingling sound came from her purse and she suddenly panicked. She looked out to the open window to confirm it. A highlight of red touched the morning sky.
Morning! Luna rummaged her purse for a couple of bills while Sol looked at her in concern.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"I have to go," she said quickly as she tried to find some muggle money.
"Do you have to?" he asked softly. The softness of his voice made her stop and slowly, she calmed herself.
"Unfortunately, I do," she smiled. "I have to go home." But when she looked at the crimson sky, she tensed.
"Ah," he smiled in understanding. "We are opposites of the same coin," he chuckled.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"Eosophobia," he smiled. "Go," he prodded.
"But how much do I owe you?" she asked.
"Your company is payment enough," he calmly said. "Although it would please me very much to have your company once again." Tension left her face as she smiled at him.
"As would I," she said in a light tone. "Until the next time," she smiled and walked out the door.
"Until the next time, my lady," Sol whispered as he watched her walked briskly but gracefully into the shadows.
And as the first rays of the morning sun touched his face, Sol smiled and felt alive for the first time in years.
And he found himself strangely anticipating for night to come.
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end of 2
