That's backwards, Luna. We left over the summer to hunt down-- [There's a sharp hissing noise as Neville invokes the concept of "Horcurx" in parseltongue. He'd assumed it would just be safer if anyone likely to overhear him didn't understand the proper wording for the dark magic, and Luna -- his Luna anyway -- would've recognized the sound by now.] We've been gone since then. We've only just gotten word that Gran's okay. Don't you remember any of it?
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Date: 2010-08-22 06:12 am (UTC)