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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307198,4161 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Teasing of the Good Natured Variety

April 16, 2005 at 12:14 pm


Luna whistled cheerfully as she all but skipped into Neville's shop. She'd been looking forward to her lunch break all day. Especially since she'd talked to Mac the night before. She thought that it was very sweet that Mac had spent the night with Neville -- no sex involved -- and that he'd asked her to be "his girl". But she couldn't resist teasing her friend over it.

She'd briefly considered teasing Mac. But Mac hit harder than Neville.

"So," she said when she saw Neville wrist deep in soil as he transplanted a plant. "How come you never invited me for a sleep over? I thought we were best girlfriends."

Neville jumped so hard he almost damaged the roots of the plant he was handling. With a mild glare up at Luna, he finished his work. "What are you on about?"

"Morag MacDougal," she said with a grin. "Something about sleeping in the same bed and being your girl. This is ringing a bell, right? I'd hate to have to go back to her and tell her that she was sadly mistaken."

She pretended to consider the idea, her forefinger ticking off a beat on her chin.

"I bet she would be very unhappy with that. No crying, because she's not a tears kind of girl."

Neville flicked some of the dirt on his hands at her. "I didn't know you took such an active role in my love life. Yes, she invited herself over. We didn't do anything, and I mean anything. We had dinner, talked, and I passed out on the bed shortly after."

She chuckled as she swiped at the few spots of dirt that managed to actually hit her.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you. I'm glad that things are working out. Were owls involved, or did she get tired of waiting for you to find your courage?"

Neville made a face and quickly went on to his next plant. "I saw her when I made a delivery at the Council. I didn't have to owl."

She shook her head. "Well, whatever works, I suppose. Next time you're making a delivery, stop by the library." Off his look, she explained. "I'm in the process of organizing it. And it's good to be reminded that there is a world outside of books."

He'd forgotten all about that. "Oh, Mac told me. I'd forgotten. Maybe next time I'm there you, Mac and I can have a small chat. We could grab lunch or something. Are you working at the Council full time?"

"No, just part time. I still have the job with Flourish and Blotts. And I'd like to have lunch with you and Mac. Though I worry about having a 'small chat'. You're not planning on having her break my bones, are you?"

"Don't make me flick dirt at you again. It's a waste of good dirt," he joked. "And why would I do that? You haven't done anything that would require bone breakings, did you?"

"Not that I know of," Luna said, after careful consideration. "But maybe I have an evil doppleganger out in the world causing trouble. Hey, stranger things have happened," she said when he shot her an incredulous look.

"What is that plant, anyway? I don't recognize it."

"You probably wouldn't. It's hard to get. This is the Dichrostachys cinerea. The common name is Princess Earrings. I have a customer who likes to do bonsai work, and he specifically requested this. It was hard to get."

She resisted the urge to stroke a finger on the bits of pink fluff that was hanging from the little tree. It was pretty, with fern-like leaves and pink and yellow somethings handing down.

"I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

"He better," Neville said, finishing up the last plant. After he was done, he took off the gloves and laid them on a nearby table. "So was that all you came over for? To pout that I don't invite you over to watch me sleep?"

"Yep," she said with a cheery smile.
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