Oh, that's good. I think Rolf will be staying in touch with your group, to make sure we stay out of the way? We'll be grounded for a little bit. Until you find it.
[ The naturalists' excursions will have to veer away from the dragonologists' territory, at least until the hazard is safely rounded up and cleared out. One path to instant litigation would be the dewy-eyed Hogwarts grads being eaten by a dragon because they went to the wrong place, and roamed too close to a known danger. ]
And in the meantime, you all get to enjoy Karpathos. You should join us on the boat later, if there's time. We've been going all around the islands. [ Leaning conspiratiorially closer, Luna pitches her voice low in a stage whisper over the edge of her glass, ] I know I'm working, but this is also the nicest holiday I've ever been on.
[ Selfishly, she hopes the dragonologists find reason to stick around a little longer, before they wrap up their assignment here. She treats everyone alike whether she knows them or not, but that there's this additional tenuous thread of history which makes Charles Weasley feel more familiar than not; more like home than not. Perhaps it's the Devonshire accent, occasionally rounded by Eastern European vowels. There's an antique Muggle camera sitting heavy in the bottom of her satchel, which hangs on the edge of her chair — Luna's fingers are already itching to take a picture of him at some point tonight, preserving that single image. Portrait of a dragonkeeper at rest. Arm curved over the back of her chair, knees confidently spread, boots planted squarely against the floor. She's always wanting to bottle moments with new friends like this, like trapping the visual in amber.
She tamps down the urge for now, although once she hits the bottom of her next beer, probably all bets will be off. ]
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[ The naturalists' excursions will have to veer away from the dragonologists' territory, at least until the hazard is safely rounded up and cleared out. One path to instant litigation would be the dewy-eyed Hogwarts grads being eaten by a dragon because they went to the wrong place, and roamed too close to a known danger. ]
And in the meantime, you all get to enjoy Karpathos. You should join us on the boat later, if there's time. We've been going all around the islands. [ Leaning conspiratiorially closer, Luna pitches her voice low in a stage whisper over the edge of her glass, ] I know I'm working, but this is also the nicest holiday I've ever been on.
[ Selfishly, she hopes the dragonologists find reason to stick around a little longer, before they wrap up their assignment here. She treats everyone alike whether she knows them or not, but that there's this additional tenuous thread of history which makes Charles Weasley feel more familiar than not; more like home than not. Perhaps it's the Devonshire accent, occasionally rounded by Eastern European vowels. There's an antique Muggle camera sitting heavy in the bottom of her satchel, which hangs on the edge of her chair — Luna's fingers are already itching to take a picture of him at some point tonight, preserving that single image. Portrait of a dragonkeeper at rest. Arm curved over the back of her chair, knees confidently spread, boots planted squarely against the floor. She's always wanting to bottle moments with new friends like this, like trapping the visual in amber.
She tamps down the urge for now, although once she hits the bottom of her next beer, probably all bets will be off. ]