~*T*~

A strange blonde, in a cute red dress, flounced into Harry's World Issues class, told Mr. Gladly, "I need Taylor Hebert," and gestured Harry to her, palm down. He started to pack up, waiting to see if she would have the rest of the passphrase.

"Why?"

"The aardvark said to bring her," He stood up at "aardvark," and started towards the door.

"Aardvark?" Gladly asked.

"Principle Blackwell, you wouldn't understand."

Gladly just nodded, unwilling to admit not understanding.

Luna had him spun around, back against the lockers opposite, before the door is entirely closed, and was kissing him before he could even say hello.

"Well, this is different," Luna said with a sigh, "I'd hoped being taller would put us closer to the same height, but you're even taller than before."

"Have you seen Hermione yet?"

"No, but she sent me a note, so I wrote her back."

"It's nice to see you, but I don't think you're a student here."

"Nope," Luna leaned in close, dropped her voice to almost inaudible, but didn't whisper, "You're holding the supervillian known as Tattletale."

"Wow," Harry stepped back, holding her by the shoulders, "Pretty spiffy."

"Isn't it?" Luna grinned a strange foxy grin.

Harry leaned in and kissed her again.

"Come along, let's go find Hermione."

Harry contemplated the last three, well, two and a half, classes of the day, shrugged, and held out his arm.

Luna wrapped her arm around his waist, tucked up against his hip, and led him down the hall. Harry stutter-stepped, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders, following.

"I can drive a car," Luna said.

"Oh dear."

"I drove a big white van here."

"Oh dear."

"I ordered a big sticker that says 'Free Candy' for it."

"You didn't."

"Of course I did."

"It already has a speaker set to play ice cream truck music."

Harry started giggling, which turned into a helpless cackle very quickly.

"You evil, evil woman," Luna said sadly, with a very cute pout.

"You know I love you madly, right?"

Luna looked him up and down, "I think you need to show me, in the back of my big white van."

"OK, after we pick up Hermione."

~*i*~

"We're looking for a Herman Grangler? He requested pick up and molestation?" Luna said into the van's microphone, and it promptly blared out over the crowd of students departing Arcadia High.

"No," Harry said into the mike, taking it from Luna, "That's Herm-i-on-e Granger, I'm sure."

"Granger, then," Luna took the mike back, "Please present yourself at the side door of the van for pickup and molestation."

A short, pretty, but normal looking girl with shoulder length brown hair banged on the side door with her fist, "You lot are the worst taxi company ever," she said loudly, "Pickup and transportation! Not pickup and molestation."

"Aww, we brought the van and everything," Luna said into the mike, smiling, "Pickup and transportation, then," she unkeyed the mike, then clicked it again, "We could include the molestation at no charge?"

Hermione took the mike, keyed it, "Just drive."

"Ryoukai!" Luna floored it, then put the van back in drive. The rear wheels chirped once, twice, then smoked the whole way to the first turn.

Harry flopped back into the passenger seat, and buckled up, with Hermione in his lap.

"This really isn't safe," Hermione complained, "I know far too much about motor vehicle accidents now, so slow the fuck down and let me get my own seatbelt."

Luna merged violently onto the highway out of town, then slowed to the speed limit in the right lane. Horns blared behind her, and she laughed as they passed her at a good thirty over the 55 speed limit, "Everyone drives 75 through here, they should just raise the speed limit to what people drive."

"That would make too much sense," Hermione said, buckled in her own seat, "You mentioned molestation?"

"Yeah, we're gonna go somewhere we won't be bothered for a few hours for that."

"Sounds good," Hermione said, before pulling out a cell phone and making a call, "Hello! This is Amy Dallon, I'm not going to be in until," she looked at Luna.

Luna held up her right hand, spread all of her fingers, closed them, then spread them again.

Hermione smiled, "About eight. I'll have two hours, so triage for that, please," she nodded, "That would be fine. Thank you. You too. I'll see you at eight."

"Two thirty plus ten hours is not eight," Luna said, with another cute pout.

"No, but I doubt any of us has enough stamina for even five hours right now, and I'll want some dinner before my shift."

"You're the healer Panacea, I have all the bugs, what do you have, Tattletale?"

"Sherlock Holmes has nothing on me. I can piece together minimal data into amazing rafts of information."

"Oh?" Harry asked.

"That green Subaru?" Luna pointed with her chin.

"Yes?" Hermione asked, leaning forward between the front seats.

"Manual transmission, three kid seats, hasn't been washed in months, owner's his, no, her own mechanic, has been really bad off in the past, isn't doing too hot right now, separated from her wife, driving to pick up the kids for a few weeks. Looks forward to playing with the kids, doesn't look forward to replacing her transmission mount, which is worn out and is making her shifts sloppy."

"All that from two cars back?"

"Yep," Luna sighed, downshifted, floored the accelerator, and passed the seven cars in front of her without signaling.

"The green Subaru's driver had short hair, beard stubble, and male pattern baldness," Harry reported, letting go of the panic handle on the dash.

"FTM?" Luna asked herself, "No, MTF, procrastinating, or non-op . . . " she shrugged, "I'd have to talk to her to tell."

~*T*~