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[credulosity]

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[expelliarmusing]

[ Shell Cottage didn't exactly have tons of books, but Bill and Fleur had a number of tomes stacked away in a side room. They weren't organized, exactly, but Ron had voiced the idea that one of them might contribute to their break-in to Gringotts, especially given Bill's former work. Hermione rolled her eyes--"Honestly, Ron, do you think he'll just have secrets of the building lying around?"--but Harry hadn't discounted it. They couldn't set any ideas aside, not when they had been planning for so long and needed to make sure everything was perfect.

So, one morning before the sun could rise properly, Harry slips into the small room, eyes sweeping the dozens (about two or three at most) of books stacked randomly on the tables and floor. He woke early with the reasoning of flipping through the pages before anyone else rose, but that, like most other plans, came with the unexpected. ]

Oh-- Luna. [ Not totally surprised by her presence, Harry shifts his weight. ] Er-- What're you doing up?

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[ Luna's thankful for the freedom. It had been a nightmare staying trapped while the others were all out here facing dangers that she couldn't help them with. She couldn't even be sure how the fight was going--who was alive or dead.

The freedom gives way to a small measure of relief, but there's so much more left to do and it's no time for relaxing when they've just lost an ally.

She smiles when she hears Harry come in. It hurts the bruise on her cheek, but that's okay. ]

Oh, Harry! I couldn't sleep.

[ She reaches up to the top of a stack several inches above her own height and pulls the top one down to inspect the cover. ]

I thought there might be something useful in here.

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I don't blame you-- [ He could hardly sleep for all the work that they needed to be done, for all the thoughts buzzing through his head, for the image of Dobby's great, glassy eyes as they'd wrapped up the tiny elf. So much still to be done. So far to go. ] --but... useful for what, exactly?

[ No matter what she said, Harry wouldn't let Luna come with them. As much as he respected her, understood her (slightly better) now, she'd been a prisoner for long enough. Had suffered enough. ]

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Well, I'm sure it's all useful for something, but I'm looking for things that can help you.

[ She takes a deep breath and blows at the dust on the book. It's about the history of brooms, so she puts it on the smaller and less dusty stack behind her and reaches for the next book on the tall stack. ]

I'm sure I'll know the book when I see it.

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idk what this is let me know if i should edit

[humorously]

Well this is new.

[Symra held her transparent hands in front of her face, turning them over as if changing her perspective of them would somehow make them solid, would change the fact that she was apparently in a different time. It was more fascinating than frightening, and she had to admit, the whole floating bit wasn't too bad.

Dropping her hands to her sides, she sat down cross legged, still floating a good yard or so off the ground.]

Were you trying to hold a seance or something? Wait, don't tell me. Spell gone wrong? Did someone put a bit of my soul somewhere?

[Because there was no way she would come back to haunt Hogwarts like Moaning Myrtle. Well, not without the others.]

no it's beautiful

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[ Luna blinks up at the specter from where she's seated on the ground, legs cross with her wand out. She looks only mildly surprised. ]

I was trying to banish wrackspurts.

[ Her brow knits in mild concern. She'd done exactly what she was supposed to do. How strange. She's not even sure who this new ghost is.

Pushing herself up, she stands, wand still in her hand but relaxed at her side. ]

My name is Luna.

you are too kind

[humorously]

Wrackspurts? I'm afraid I can't help with that.

[Smyrna's head cocked to the side curiously, in a manner that Prongs often told her reminded her of confused canines. She couldn't say that those particular beasties were familiar to her, but it didn't seem like too big of a problem if introductions were happening.]

Pleased to meet you Luna. I'm Symra. I would shake but...

[She wiggled her transparent fingers as if to prove her point.]

What are wrackspurts anyway?

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[ Inclining her head to the side, she offers a dreamy smile. She's always happy to meet new people, whether they're corporeal or not. ]

Wrackspurts go into your ears and make your brain go fuzzy.

[ She touches her own ear as she speaks before making a gesture around her head to indicate something brain-like. ]

Sometimes people don't even know that anything's wrong, because they're so disoriented.

[humorously]

[Given that one of her best friends is a werewolf who snuck into Hogwarts, that there are still many great creatures big and small that are barely understood, and that there are still books that are supposedly restricted because of their 'danger', Symra doesn't really doubt the existence of the wrackspurts. She probably won't be saying it to too many people but still the idea makes her grin widely.]

It would explain things about a lot of people here, wouldn't it? Why would wrackspurts want to bother you think?

[She leaned forward in interest, propping her chin on her hand, expression eager. Symra was always a sucker for a good story, the ones that were a bit gory and mad being her favorites. With her family they had to be or else she'd go insane.]