— 𝐜 𝐨 𝐧 𝐭 𝐚 𝐜 𝐭

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NOTE: I am forever backtag friendly and absolutely open to doing things from past events that won't really have an effect on things at any given time. For example, if you'd like to do something with Peter aged down or when he was his spider dream guide, etc.

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wr... ap?

[creidim]

[ (It'd be a real shame if she went to Louis, which she might just do. Is this a teenage boy thing? Guess who's another teenage boy she knows that also knows Peter? Oh, yeah. It's Louis.)

There's another weak smile at his sympathy and she shrugs a little. It's very bittersweet. There's little she can do about it, as long as she's here. And she does know that things... time is a little weird here when it comes to Deerington and home. ]

Apparently, I'll be right on my way again if I leave this place. If what people say about time standing still when we leave home is true. [ She is... not going to argue with him. It'll be staying as 'a meeting' in all honesty. ] But yes, it's quite weird.

[ But Peter offers her much more than a simple hand-hold. Her weak smile shifts to something more genuine and thankful — comforted by it. But there's also what he says next: when he asks if she wants to tell him about her friends. Her lips part slightly and she realises what it is: it's a delightful distraction. As difficult as it is to be without them, knowing just what's around the corner if and when she ever returns home — it's a distraction. She would rather talk about her friends than think about the imminent future of home.

Luna nods a little, turning the coin over in her hand before placing it back in her robe pocket. Not forgotten, but no longer the focus. ]

I'd love to. [ Someone who's so very important to her should absolutely know about the other people who are important to her. Although where to begin—? ] I... have a photo, actually.

[ She turns, heading towards her beside and opening the top drawer. Inside amongst other belongings of Luna's, there's three photographs: polaroids that Sodder had gifted her from last year. One of Luna when she was younger with her mother; another of a swarthy-faced young man she doesn't recognise; and finally, one of Dumbledore's Army, all stood in the Room of Requirement. She picks up the last photo, closing the drawer again before sitting on the bed, patting next to her for him to sit with her.

Yes, this is a good place to begin. ]