Dear Readers,
I write to you from the comfort of my new green armchair. It swivels and is totally awesome.
But now more seriously I thought I would tell you a little about this piece of Rolf/Luna. I really wanted to tell their story. Not just their love, but them. Who they are, why they are. I also really wanted to get into their magizoology careers, because that's how they met. I also figured it wouldn't happen straight away either because well... mostly because the waiting is wonderfully cruel.
Anywho, here's the gist of things.
Word count is 996
The prompt I used was dog from the quidditch pitch and drabble club.
Hoots,
Owls
P.S. Don't forget to leave a review if you liked this. I want to hear your feedback on this new way of doing things (the drabbe way).
Luna held her breath quietly in anticipation. What she was anticipating she had no idea, but it was there at the pit of her stomach reaching up into her throat. Luckily, the taste in her mouth wasn't metallic– as it would have been if she were vomiting– but rather a dry taste that she felt more than tasted really.
"Are you alright?" The smooth gentle voice of her colleague wormed through her ear. It didn't bring her out of her thoughts completely, but she made the effort to face the man.
Somehow her head nodded up and down, a sort of signal he accepted as a 'yes, she was fine'. But was she really? Well, she wasn't in pain or in danger or feeling bad. There was just something coming. She just didn't know what.
Luna turned from the old man who was a professor at Hogwarts for transfiguration or something even more obscure; she had never had him during her school year, so she didn't know exactly what the weathered but tall man taught. What she did know was that he was kind, in a way, having taken her under his wing to learn, but mostly, she fetched him things like paper and food.
"Could you find me Scamander? I want to compare notes with him on this…" He waved his hand vaguely to the latest project he was looking at. Luna didn't know what it was, but she was guessing the old professor didn't either and just wanted to speak with the young magizoologist. Luna nodded her head, not caring that he was as starstruck by Rolf Scamander like everyone else. The overall lack of integrity when it came to Rolf didn't faze her. It was only natural after all, and Rolf really was brilliant.
She left the area just outside the tent that was being used an ever expanding, every cluttered lab and headed in the direction that Rolf had gone exploring that morning. He wasn't the hardest person in the world to track down, all she had to do was shout his name a few times, playing a game trying to find where his return shouts came from.
A clearing was where she finally found him, leaning against a tree. His chin length hair pulled up behind his head and he was wearing nothing but shorts and a thin shirt. He was scribbling something in a leather bound book
"Luna," he glanced up from his journal, grinning at her. "You finally found me."
"Hello," Luna smiled back, walking towards him. She looked down at the journal seeing an upside down image. "Is that a dog?" The lines seemed to form together to create a sort of animal, at the very least.
"Yeah. Her name's Gypsy."
"Is she dead?"
"Not really, I just left her back at home with an old flame of mine." His chipper blue eyes, saddened at the thought.
"Oh," Luna shifted down to sit next to him. "Do you ever get to see her?"
"On occasion, if Chelsy ever feels like letting me near her house, which is once in a blue moon." He seemed to have to choke out her name, though he was trying to appear strong, so she let him.
"I never had a dog, only the odd frog that I would catch." Her voice was airy. "What was she like?"
"Really happy, all the time." He smiled at the picture of the dog though his eyes were far off. "She was always so excited to see and would barely leave my side."
"Isn't that kind of clingy?"
Rolf shook his head. "I didn't think so. My friends thought it was weird."
"Did you ever take her traveling?"
"No, I couldn't."
"Why?"
"She didn't want to go."
"And you didn't want to stay."
"Yeah." There was a deep sense of regret in that one word. Luna watched his face. It tensed. His eyes creasing, his brows drawing in, his lips pursing. Then he turned to her, and it all seemed to slip away.
"You must really miss that dog." She murmured.
Rolf nodded. And there was a moment of comfortable silence. He was watching her and she was watching him, thinking about what that meant.
"So did you come here needing something or did you just want to talk?" His eyes sparkled again with a familiar Scamander curiosity, but also his own patented mischief akin to that of the Weasley Twins, however, not entirely the same.
"The professor wants to compare notes with you."
He scrunched his nose. The professors always wanted to 'compare notes' but mostly just spoke down to him, trying to prove that they are more intelligent, or sucked up to him, trying to get into his next book. "About what?"
Luna shrugged. "I don't think he knows."
Rolf closed his journal suddenly, drawing Luna out of her lazy slouch. "How about this we go swimming and he just has to wait."
Luna's lips tugged into a small smile. "Cassandra will never shut up about it, if we do."
"But it's totally innocent."
"Cassandra glares at me until I fall asleep."
"Fine, I'll go." He stood, holding out his hand to her. Luna took it and let him pull her up. He didn't let go of her hand though, frowning. "You're feeling okay, right? You seem a little quieter than usual."
Luna tilted her head, taking her time to think on it. "I feel like something is about to happen and I don't know what. It's not a bad feeling, but it's there."
"Could it be that we're leaving soon."
Her eyes widened– that was it, she had completely forgotten.
Rolf laughed at her jaw-dropped expression. "How could you forget that we leave in three days." At that, Luna dropped his hand as though she were stung, and started walking towards camp.
"Please! Wait up, Luna. I didn't mean to laugh." He shouted behind her, breathless from laughing and running to catch up.