[ Luna's not been to many parties. She's here more for the fact Peter encouraged her to come along with him, rather than knowing Paul. She's sort-of met the boy before, considering they were both on the Sleepy Town expedition last month — although the the group was separated soon after arriving. But it's more of the fact that perhaps a party would be a good idea to try to relax a little bit, considering circumstances of the past six weeks or so.
And while she will mostly be around Peter for portions of the night, she'll be venturing off on her own. She isn't hard to miss considering her current physical state: pale and sickly-looking, her eyes pupil-less and shimmering with a strange iridescent glow. Most notably are the antlers protruding from her head; they're small, just singular points, thank Merlin — but there's no hiding them. She's fine, it's fine. Just a bit of Corruption, is all.
In the Great Hall, she'll be hovering near the grand piano being played by a skeleton watching with a keen interest. Occasionally she'll start swaying alone on the spot in time to the music, her hands reaching up looking as if she's dreamily batting away flies.
Or when it's a faster song she'll start bopping about to it, clapping her hands in time to the music. She will also be heard asking very politely if the skeleton knows anything by 'that beetle band'. She doesn't know much Muggle music, but she does know The Beatles. The skeleton doesn't pay her much mind, even if it's quite pleased by her enthusiasm.
In the Living Room, Luna can be found here for good chunks of the evening. She'll be stood at the table examining the oreo cookies very closely. Picking one up to squint at the writing upon it, trying to sound out the name out loud: oh-reeeee-oh? or-ray-o? oh-ro? Merlin knows. But they look like little sandwiches! Or chocolate bourbons, back home. How curious. It definitely smells chocolatey, at least. But what's the filling made of?
She'll also be in the corner with the comfy seats and bean-bags mostly just hanging out and relaxing. Towards the end of the night, when she's... very very high from perhaps one too many hits from a bong, she'll be found lying on the floor, backside to the wall and her legs up in the air resting upon it. She's in a daze, staring up at the ceiling for long periods of time in silence. Occasionally that silence is broken by bouts of uncontrollable giggling.
luna lovegood | harry potter | ota
[ Luna's not been to many parties. She's here more for the fact Peter encouraged her to come along with him, rather than knowing Paul. She's sort-of met the boy before, considering they were both on the Sleepy Town expedition last month — although the the group was separated soon after arriving. But it's more of the fact that perhaps a party would be a good idea to try to relax a little bit, considering circumstances of the past six weeks or so.
And while she will mostly be around Peter for portions of the night, she'll be venturing off on her own. She isn't hard to miss considering her current physical state: pale and sickly-looking, her eyes pupil-less and shimmering with a strange iridescent glow. Most notably are the antlers protruding from her head; they're small, just singular points, thank Merlin — but there's no hiding them. She's fine, it's fine. Just a bit of Corruption, is all.
In the Great Hall, she'll be hovering near the grand piano being played by a skeleton watching with a keen interest. Occasionally she'll start swaying alone on the spot in time to the music, her hands reaching up looking as if she's dreamily batting away flies.
Or when it's a faster song she'll start bopping about to it, clapping her hands in time to the music. She will also be heard asking very politely if the skeleton knows anything by 'that beetle band'. She doesn't know much Muggle music, but she does know The Beatles. The skeleton doesn't pay her much mind, even if it's quite pleased by her enthusiasm.
In the Living Room, Luna can be found here for good chunks of the evening. She'll be stood at the table examining the oreo cookies very closely. Picking one up to squint at the writing upon it, trying to sound out the name out loud: oh-reeeee-oh? or-ray-o? oh-ro? Merlin knows. But they look like little sandwiches! Or chocolate bourbons, back home. How curious. It definitely smells chocolatey, at least. But what's the filling made of?
She'll also be in the corner with the comfy seats and bean-bags mostly just hanging out and relaxing. Towards the end of the night, when she's... very very high from perhaps one too many hits from a bong, she'll be found lying on the floor, backside to the wall and her legs up in the air resting upon it. She's in a daze, staring up at the ceiling for long periods of time in silence. Occasionally that silence is broken by bouts of uncontrollable giggling.
Something is clearly very hilarious. ]