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Batch 23 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
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Batch 23
I'd love to see Teddy interacting with Luna at any point of time. (And even better if Vivian manages to show up!)
for shiiki

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"I'm sorry you're missing your friend's show," Luna said, leaning down so that her head poked out from the lower branches of the tree. "You really didn't have to."

Teddy shrugged. "It's all right. I've seen it twenty-three times, and there are four more to go. I couldn't even tell you most of the towns. At least I'm seeing this one--whatever it is."

"Well, it's not precisely a town," Rolf said, coming around the side of the tent, carrying the baby. "Welcome to the Hell's Canyon Wilderness. It's got the deepest river gorge in North America, among other interesting things."

Teddy looked around, a bit more interested. The land was green and lush, and he hadn't realized quite how high the surrounding mountains were. Donzo's tour--well, really the Sisters', but they'd more or less let him headline--was currently in Boise, Idaho, and Teddy hadn't registered any difference from one city to the next, but wildernesses... well, they all had their own marks.

"We've been studying rockfish," Luna said.

"Rockfish?"

"Yes. Quite rare. They don't live in the rocks, of course, but they can swim through them. Vivian tells me that she believes Mathilde Dubois may have studied them to come up with her earth-swimming spell."

"Oh." Teddy wasn't entirely certain what else to say to that--Mathilde Dubois had been Greyback's moll, and she'd come up with a way for the pack to move that the Ministry hadn't been able to trace fast enough. If it hadn't been for Mathilde, the Shrieking Shack might still be standing.

Luna seemed to follow his thought process, as she kept her eyes fixed on his, then nodded sympathetically. "Well," she said, "it's an interesting magical property. I was surprised when you accepted my invitation to come."

"Did you not want me to?" Teddy asked.

"Oh, no, of course I wanted you to. Harry said you'd be in the area for the tour, and I asked if he thought you'd like to hear from me. He said you might, but I wasn't entirely sure."

"Why not? I've been with my friends from school for the last month. You can only sit through so many rehearsals without going round the bend." Luna looked sad at this, and Teddy belatedly remembered her father, who had gone from mildly eccentric to all but non-functional since the war. He was still technically in charge of The Quibbler, but Luna had asked Vivian to "drop by now and then, perhaps proofread a bit, as Dad has some troubles" whenever she was away on her studies. Vivian's description of Xeno Lovegood was considerably less optimistic. He really had gone round the bend, and Teddy supposed that Luna didn't take the phrase lightly. He looked down. "Er... so, these rockfish, they're native here?"

"Oh, yes. Some were taken back to Europe by early wizard traders, so you might see them in the Alps, but they don't seem to have thrived. They're quite plentiful here." She bent down and pressed her ear to the rock. "I don't hear any just now. Hagrid says that you've got close to the young hippogriff this year."

"What? Oh, Dapple, yes. We've flown together a few times."

Luna turned and pulled herself up onto the rock. "They're interesting creatures, don't you think? The males raise the males, and the females raise the females."

"Buckbeak didn't look too thrilled at first," Teddy said. "He looked a bit embarrassed, actually."

"There are parents who don't remember what it's like to be children," she said airily. "They don't know what to make of playing. It's good for them to learn again. Has Buckbeak started playing?"

"Not that I've noticed."

"Hmm. Give him time." She looked across at Rolf, who was swinging the baby in wide circles. The sun flashed on the river behind behind him, and the baby squealed with laughter. "I think most fathers eventually realize that having a baby gives them an excuse to play."

"I wouldn't know."

Luna turned to him and smiled. "Of course you know."

"I was rather young when--"

"Oh, yes. I meant Harry, of course. We all worried, at the time. He was so very sad. But he came alive for you. It's the nature of the human creature, as much as a hippogriff." She considered it. "And you've mentioned your dreams. I imagine that's something of a way to play, don't you?"

"Never really thought of it," Teddy said. He smiled. "I'm just trying to imagine Lucius Malfoy playing with Draco."

"Yes, very sad. I don't think either of them played nearly often enough." She sighed. "Draco plays quite a lot with little Scorpius, though, so perhaps there won't be any more mistakes. I visited the manor last year to study their peacocks."

"You went back to Malfoy Manor? Isn't that where--"

"It wasn't a particularly pleasant memory," Luna admitted. "Though I did become friends with Mr. Ollivander there, which was nice. And none of that was the fault of the peacocks. Or Draco, if you'd like honesty. He looked as miserable as we were. I've felt rather sorry for him since, and he received me kindly when I called."

Teddy shook his head. "How can you just let that go?"

"Why dwell on something hateful? There are too many good things to think about in the world." She stood up and waved to Rolf. "Bring her over here!" she called. "I don't think Teddy's been properly introduced."


Any Hermione and MacGonagall interaction would be lovely... or alternatively, anything with Rose and Hermione would be great too!
for mk_tortie

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Seven-year-old Rosie sat on the floor of the Romp's kitchen, solemnly examining Minerva's book of photographs from her latest trip. This one had been to Bermuda and the Cloaked Islands, where she'd stayed with one of Alphard's old "friends"--a lovely woman with a huge smile whose tales of their "friendship" had been quite explicit, but who was otherwise a very pleasant host. She'd shown Minerva around the very sophisticated spell-web that had kept the islands hidden--nearly in plain sight--for many years. "We run into some trouble sometimes," she'd said, and laughed. "There's quite a good deal of Muggle shipcraft we've learned from the crews that have wandered in. Most of them just choose to stay. Many half-bloods in the Cloaked Islands!"

"She loves photographs," Hermione said, smiling fondly. "I give her a book or two of them, and she's at it for hours."

"And your boy? Hugo?"

"He doesn't care for them one way or another. But here's a terrifying thought--he's got a lot of the twins in him. He and Artie--Bill's boy?--actually play in the bathroom, pretending to brew fantastic new potions from toothpaste and mouthwash. I've had to lock up the soap, or they'd put that in and drink it." She rolled her eyes. "He's actually over at Bill's for the day, keeping Fleur on her toes."

"I don't imagine Fleur has been off her toes for a good many years," Minerva said.

"True enough." Hermione Summoned two cups for tea. "I must admit, I never expected to find myself liking Fleur, but I do. Ginny does as well, but she'll never admit it."

Minerva laughed. "She was always stubborn."

"Lucky for Harry," Hermione said.

"Quite so." Minerva took her tea and put a lemon slice in it.

"Are you still enjoying your travels?" Hermione asked.

"Very much. I wish I'd had the opportunity when I was younger, and my joints ached less. But I've seen many amazing things. You'd enjoy it."

Hermione sighed. "I think I would. But it can wait until the children grow up. Ron and I will still be young. I think it would be grand to have an adventure that's not involved in a war."

"I wholly concur."

"I thought you might." Hermione grinned. "So, what's next? The deepest jungles of Borneo?"

"Hogwarts."

"What?"

"Mr. Thomas has agreed to paint my portrait, which Pomona insists I have done before going off on any further mad adventures. I thought to have it done in my old classroom. He'll be asking my acquaintances for memories; I've asked him to get yours."

"Mine? Really?"

"I have a great deal of respect for you. There will be several others, as well. Harry and Ron, in all likelihood, and what Order members are left. And before he passed on Albus gave me a small jar of his memories of me, with the explicit instruction to have them put into a portrait someday."

"That'll be lovely," Hermione said. "But you're not ill, are you?"

"It's astounding how many people ask that when you announce a portrait." She stirred her tea. "I'm not at all ill. But lives can end suddenly, and I've seen quite enough of that to make no assumptions about my own longevity."

Hermione nodded and sighed, her eyes wandering again to her daughter. Minerva followed her gaze. Rosie was a lovely child, somehow combining Ron and Hermione's worst physical traits--her madly bushy hair and his garish red hair--into a beautiful fall of thick curls in the pleasant shade of autumn leaves. She had something of Hermione's overbite, but so far, it wasn't prominent. Hermione shook her head in wonderment, then turned back to the conversation. "Tell Dean to call me anytime. My secretary always says I'm busy if he comes to the Ministry, and I usually am, but I'll tell her that I'm always free for Dean."

"He'll most likely call on you at home," Minerva said. "He seems a bit in awe of you in your position at the Ministry."

"That's silly. Harry ranks higher than I do, and Dean's perfectly comfortable with him."

"You may have been in his year, Hermione, but you didn't share a dormitory with him for six years."

"I didn't share one with Neville, either."

"No, but you and Longbottom were always friends. He quite fondly recalls you rescuing him on the Hogwarts Express on the way to your first year."

Hermione laughed. "It wasn't much of a rescue. I just went around looking for poor Trevor. And it was Neville who found him--he'd got all the way to the back of the train."

"I don't think he's referring to your toad-locating abilities, but to your willingness to take responsibility for him when he was frightened."

She blushed. "Oh. Well, I did it because I was scared to death and taking charge of something always helps calm me down."

"He's figured that out," Minerva said. "It doesn't make him any less grateful for the friendship."

Hermione shrugged, but she seemed pleased with this idea. She Summoned over a plate of sandwiches she'd had making themselves on the counter. "Why don't you and Dean both come over for dinner while he's working on the portrait? How long are you staying at Hogwarts?"

"Oh, just this weekend. After that, I'd be delighted to come to dinner, though I can't speak for Mr. Thomas. I shall pass along the invitation. Shall I carry any messages to the Longbottoms, or Hagrid? Or young Mr. Lupin?"

"No, I'll owl them soon enough with the usual sorts of news." She thought about it. "Let me know what's going on with Teddy, though. He and Harry had some sort of argument, and I can't get anything from this end."

Minerva could think of nothing to say to the idea that Harry had quarreled with his beloved godson--or that Teddy Lupin had quarreled with his sainted Uncle Harry. It was an entirely foreign concept. She just sighed and said, "I shall see what there is to see."

On the floor, Rosie sat up straight and picked up the album. She stood and brought it to the table. It was open to a page with a picture of wizards on a beach, flying low over the sand, but her eye seemed to have been caught by the little cafe at the tree line. She set it down. "Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes, Rosie?"

"What's this blue drink? It has a fishy in it."

Minerva squinted at the picture. She could barely see the glass, let alone make "fish" out of the tiny speck that was swimming around inside of it, but as she'd indulged in a few of these concoctions, she knew it was there. "Well," she said, "this is a grown-up treat called a Bermuda Barricuda."

"That's not a barricuda! A barricuda couldn't fit in a glass!"

"Well, no, it's just a small fish, and the glass is actually a little tank, with a well in the center..."

Rosie settled in at the table, and re-directed the conversation to worlds far from London, to fish and fairies and far-away kingdoms. Minerva and Hermione emptied half the Romp's bookshelves finding answers for her.


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kt_tonguetied From: kt_tonguetied Date: December 30th, 2008 07:30 am (UTC) (Link)
*in awe* oh wow. I don't think I've ever been the first to comment! May I do the dance?

But that's not why I'm on awe, really. Everything you write just leave me a twitter-pated. Luna was especially lovely, and McGonagall too. Though it's sort of like Harry's imagination of Dumbledore on the beach with his full-length robes; I just can't see McGonagall traveling to places like that. XD
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. I'm picturing McGonagall, hair up, full work robes, sipping a drink on a beach chair with a very straight back.
petitecrivan From: petitecrivan Date: December 30th, 2008 07:33 am (UTC) (Link)
The Luna story made me smile. She has a very calm, soothing attitude toward life, doesn't she? It reminds me of the Buddhist ideals. Anyway, it was a very happy story. I'd love to see more of her with Teddy.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Luna's definitely her own self. Too much calming=too little story, though. ;p
malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 30th, 2008 01:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
How long are you staying at Hogwarts?"
"Oh, just this weekend.


That made me LOL. Ha, you wish, McG. (But I want a Bermuda Barricuda)

I thought Luna had twin boys with Shakespearian names I can't remember right now? Does she have a girl in your world?
But I love that she went to study the peacocks :D- just imagine Draco's face when she told him that.

Ahh, these were so sweet and adorable. Thanks.

From: (Anonymous) Date: December 31st, 2008 02:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Lorcan and Lysander (I named my cats after them), and I was curious about the same thing.

I love how Luna's got such a forgiving nature. Her explanation for it is very practical, appropriate for a Ravenclaw.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:27 am (UTC) (Link)
I forgot about the tree on her site. :) I gave Luna a daughter before that came up, and I forgot that one hadn't been listed.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:30 am (UTC) (Link)
I imagine Draco's reception was more along the line of "bemused" than "kind," but she's willing to put a generous spin on it.
shiiki From: shiiki Date: December 30th, 2008 02:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much! That was lovely. Luna is a wonderful young woman, and you showed it so well.

"How can you just let that go?"

"Why dwell on something hateful? There are too many good things to think about in the world."


That was extremely telling, and I'm sure Teddy sees the truth in it (or will in time!)

And thanks so much for the references to Vivian. I love her so much - your OCs are definitely as real to me as the actual canon characters.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks. I was going to try and work her into the story, but she just didn't fit as an actual presence.
mk_tortie From: mk_tortie Date: December 30th, 2008 03:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, thank you so much! That was gorgeous, espcially the image of three generations of bookworms pulling out all Hermione's books to look through!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Best thing about magic, the books will reshelve themselves when they're done!
thewhiteowl From: thewhiteowl Date: December 30th, 2008 07:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Luna! So pitch-perfect.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! She's actually kind of hard to write.
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:32 am (UTC) (Link)
And like pseudo-grandmother. :)
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: December 30th, 2008 10:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Great stuff. I always enjoyed your Luna and your McGonagall is very regal.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked it!
cornedbee From: cornedbee Date: December 30th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're an apparently endless source of quality fiction. I just caught up with all these snippets, and I'm in awe of your ability to write such consistently original ideas in such a multitude of settings with so many characters, original and borrowed - and all that with a rate of just below two per day, over a month, and probably continuing for quite some time.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 31st, 2008 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
I feel like I'm going so slowly! But these have been longer than my usual challenge fics, because there's nothing making me stop, so I think it's a pretty substantial word count by now!
anj1290 From: anj1290 Date: December 31st, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love your Luna. Almost as much as I love your Minerva. :-) I think these are my favorites so far.
rotae From: rotae Date: January 5th, 2009 10:37 am (UTC) (Link)
It's great to get some insight into your father!Draco :D

Peace,
Rotae
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 7th, 2009 10:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Just got back,
These are lovely.
I love how Luna find connections between Teddy and Dapple and Harry etc...
And of course Minerva was delightful as well.

-SideAlong
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