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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?

[credulosity]

[ 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.

[expelliarmusing]

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. ]

[credulosity]

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.