There was no way that Luna Lovegood could lift all of those heavy weights by herself. That's why she decided to go ask her "bf" Padma for hlep. Luna's blonde curls bounced as she walked inquirlingly up to to Padma who's hair was black, like a raven's and who as usual was draped all over Ronald Weasley. Ron said "hey" and Luna nodded bierfly to him for a moment before letting loose with, "Padma, please help me with a ponderous task!"
Padma whoosed her hair out of her face disdainfully and glared at Luna with open hatred. Padma always wore her hair that way, straight down and completely covering her face. She had started to wear her hair over her face around the time her twin sister died and she liked to wear it that way about every other day since. "You racist, can't you tell two Indian-Americans apart? I'm Pavarti not Padma"
Luna had no idea what was going on, but people call her dad a racist all the time. "that doesn't make sense since Parvati died last summer, didn't she?" Said Luna.
That's when Parvati knew she'd made a terrible mistake, but there was still a way, she had to play her cards right now. "I said Padma, not Pavarti, you said Parvati.
Luna had to think about that one, "no you didn't" she said.
Ron was way out of his league. He was besties with Harry 'the snake' Potter and no other female friends so how was he suppoused ot be prepared for some big menopausal cat fight, thing. He stayed quiet and just sorta grinned like he was listening and decided to ask Harry about it later.
"No I didn't, I said Padma, you said I said 'Parvati,' but you called yourself that first." Luna finally decided after an indeterminable amount of time had crawled by with the three of them like that.
"Padma" said, "yes you did. You came up to me rambling about weights and tasks and said you needed my help with something and called me Pavarti."
"But why call me a racist right off the bat and not be more upset about the fact that i mistook you for your dead twin when doing so would have revealed my ignorance about the death of your sister, Pavarti, and thus named me in the eyes of many a callous and inatentive friend who didn't bond wiht you over your sisters death these last few months the way we done." Luna wanted to know.
Padma? was momentarily at a loss for words. "Because I deal with racsim every day, it was more upsetting to me and I guess i just forgot about that last part, but it probobly doesn't matter anyway." but Luna wasn't done yet, just pausing for a weirdly long amount of time before continuing, "A-and I'm I called you Padma," she said.
"Wait you guys,' Said ron, "this is bigger than us." The weighty tone of this dictation created a miasma of forbodance which quelled the fiery passios of the two fueding girls.
Lunda wanted to continue bickering, because of her passions, but one look at Padma?'s stricken face tickled her brain with multicolored tendrils from heavan and her nose could finally detect the atmosphere of ominous anticipation which she had disrupting just recently.
"You're right Ron," Padma? slumped onto her bean bag chair. It was a black like her morose passions. "There has been an awful lot of spooky stuff going on here on this plane for a while now," Padma?'s posture was no longer expansive with agression but clenched inward, Luna was certain now that this was no play to distract her from the wild allegations thrust upongst her. She asked "what is going on?"
"What kinds of spooky stuff?" Luna wanted to know, huddling closer to Ron, who cringed just thinking about it. Luckyily for himm Padma? saved him that trouble. "Well, Remember that weed we were blazing up earlier?" Padma?, with her dark fixations was relishing in the telling, "it's gone!" she finally fininsed.
Luna gasped stupidly, a tiny sound soon enveloped by the expanse of silence and forgotten. "But," she finally managed, "you mean it's just... gone?" She gaped and blinked, wholely unable to understand this crazy thing.
"Yea," grunted Ron Weasley, "we searcehd this entire floor and it is nowhere to be found." He had to spit out each word, begruding every slyalbble, so great was his perterbation. Luna stamped a foot. "Thta can't be!" She yelled, unwilling, unable to pierce through the veil of madness and peak with eyes unscaled into this ireal situation.
Padma? rose to put a consoling hand on the bewildered blondes shoulders but Luna spun 180 about to face her'n Ron with a damning suposition, "But i saw that bud with my own eyes! I smoked it and got high for christ's sake, so where is it!" She thought the others would be swayed by her infalable logic and that it would all just go away, look's like this is a job for Harry Poter!
Padma whoosed her hair out of her face disdainfully and glared at Luna with open hatred. Padma always wore her hair that way, straight down and completely covering her face. She had started to wear her hair over her face around the time her twin sister died and she liked to wear it that way about every other day since. "You racist, can't you tell two Indian-Americans apart? I'm Pavarti not Padma"
Luna had no idea what was going on, but people call her dad a racist all the time. "that doesn't make sense since Parvati died last summer, didn't she?" Said Luna.
That's when Parvati knew she'd made a terrible mistake, but there was still a way, she had to play her cards right now. "I said Padma, not Pavarti, you said Parvati.
Luna had to think about that one, "no you didn't" she said.
Ron was way out of his league. He was besties with Harry 'the snake' Potter and no other female friends so how was he suppoused ot be prepared for some big menopausal cat fight, thing. He stayed quiet and just sorta grinned like he was listening and decided to ask Harry about it later.
"No I didn't, I said Padma, you said I said 'Parvati,' but you called yourself that first." Luna finally decided after an indeterminable amount of time had crawled by with the three of them like that.
"Padma" said, "yes you did. You came up to me rambling about weights and tasks and said you needed my help with something and called me Pavarti."
"But why call me a racist right off the bat and not be more upset about the fact that i mistook you for your dead twin when doing so would have revealed my ignorance about the death of your sister, Pavarti, and thus named me in the eyes of many a callous and inatentive friend who didn't bond wiht you over your sisters death these last few months the way we done." Luna wanted to know.
Padma? was momentarily at a loss for words. "Because I deal with racsim every day, it was more upsetting to me and I guess i just forgot about that last part, but it probobly doesn't matter anyway." but Luna wasn't done yet, just pausing for a weirdly long amount of time before continuing, "A-and I'm I called you Padma," she said.
"Wait you guys,' Said ron, "this is bigger than us." The weighty tone of this dictation created a miasma of forbodance which quelled the fiery passios of the two fueding girls.
Lunda wanted to continue bickering, because of her passions, but one look at Padma?'s stricken face tickled her brain with multicolored tendrils from heavan and her nose could finally detect the atmosphere of ominous anticipation which she had disrupting just recently.
"You're right Ron," Padma? slumped onto her bean bag chair. It was a black like her morose passions. "There has been an awful lot of spooky stuff going on here on this plane for a while now," Padma?'s posture was no longer expansive with agression but clenched inward, Luna was certain now that this was no play to distract her from the wild allegations thrust upongst her. She asked "what is going on?"
"What kinds of spooky stuff?" Luna wanted to know, huddling closer to Ron, who cringed just thinking about it. Luckyily for himm Padma? saved him that trouble. "Well, Remember that weed we were blazing up earlier?" Padma?, with her dark fixations was relishing in the telling, "it's gone!" she finally fininsed.
Luna gasped stupidly, a tiny sound soon enveloped by the expanse of silence and forgotten. "But," she finally managed, "you mean it's just... gone?" She gaped and blinked, wholely unable to understand this crazy thing.
"Yea," grunted Ron Weasley, "we searcehd this entire floor and it is nowhere to be found." He had to spit out each word, begruding every slyalbble, so great was his perterbation. Luna stamped a foot. "Thta can't be!" She yelled, unwilling, unable to pierce through the veil of madness and peak with eyes unscaled into this ireal situation.
Padma? rose to put a consoling hand on the bewildered blondes shoulders but Luna spun 180 about to face her'n Ron with a damning suposition, "But i saw that bud with my own eyes! I smoked it and got high for christ's sake, so where is it!" She thought the others would be swayed by her infalable logic and that it would all just go away, look's like this is a job for Harry Poter!