[ He's still getting used to the fact that Luna is.. something else and he still doesn't entirely understand everything. Truthfully, he would usually still be frightened at this point, of something so strange and different, but...
...he can't be frightened of her. He's not afraid, even if what she speaks about does unnerve him. Somehow, he's able to separate the girl from those things. She knows about odd symbols and spells, but she's not after him. She isn't going to hurt him. ]
I think she was probably like that when she was alive, too. My mom said she was awful, growing up. She hurt mom's brother. He died because of her.
[ It's.. a heavy thing to say, but Peter is emotionless as he types it, eyes half-lidded. Even now the usual coping mechanisms are seeping in, dulling him over, numbing. His family is... a raw wound that's been ripped wide open and he has to think of them in the detached way he always has. Uncle, Mom, Grandmother.... They're kept in some packaged compartment deep inside him. ]
Muggle... what's that mean again? [ Has he heard her use the word before..? Maaaaaybe.... Peter's memory has many holes in it these days and seems to constantly be shifting. But he's making a mental note... to do something about this music situation. He won't forget. He takes a minute, finds a pen, writes it on his hand.
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[ He's still getting used to the fact that Luna is.. something else and he still doesn't entirely understand everything. Truthfully, he would usually still be frightened at this point, of something so strange and different, but...
...he can't be frightened of her. He's not afraid, even if what she speaks about does unnerve him. Somehow, he's able to separate the girl from those things. She knows about odd symbols and spells, but she's not after him. She isn't going to hurt him. ]
I think she was probably like that when she was alive, too. My mom said she was awful, growing up. She hurt mom's brother. He died because of her.
[ It's.. a heavy thing to say, but Peter is emotionless as he types it, eyes half-lidded. Even now the usual coping mechanisms are seeping in, dulling him over, numbing. His family is... a raw wound that's been ripped wide open and he has to think of them in the detached way he always has. Uncle, Mom, Grandmother.... They're kept in some packaged compartment deep inside him. ]
Muggle... what's that mean again? [ Has he heard her use the word before..? Maaaaaybe.... Peter's memory has many holes in it these days and seems to constantly be shifting. But he's making a mental note... to do something about this music situation. He won't forget. He takes a minute, finds a pen, writes it on his hand.
Luna
Music
Don't forget. ]
What kind of music did you like, back home?