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heathershaped) wrote2008-07-31 10:24 pm
heathershaped) wrote2008-07-31 10:24 pm
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Fic: Hunt (Greg/Luna, any age)
Title: Hunt
Pairing: Greg/Luna
Rating: Any Age
Summary: Greg and Luna meet unexpectedly.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1054
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voldxcore. Happy Birthday, sweetie! An hour and a half early, even. ♥
Ooh, and while I'm at it, happy 28th birthday to Harry, who wouldn't particularly care about the fic, but. *g*
Greg knelt and placed his open hand on the damp ground, over the swell of displaced dirt around the footprint. Moonlight filtered dimly through the trees, but there wasn't enough of it for him to really see, so he tried to make out the dimensions, the shape of the print by touch. It was fresh, he noted.
Midnight was the only time to find them, so he couldn't come back when there was more light. After tonight, there would be no possibility of a sighting for one hundred and thirty-seven days, according to his sources. He was tempted to light his wand, but that would only scare it off, if it was still here. He felt a swelling of anticipation; this might be it.
He liked the idea of his first field assignment turning out to be successful. It was important to him, having something he was good at, something so that no one would question his ability, his capacity, to do whatever he wanted -- and on his own. He'd raised quite a few brows when he'd announced that he'd taken a field research position for the Quibbler, but he had finally, finally stopped caring about what other people thought of him.
Squinting, Greg looked beyond the first footprint to try and see the next one up ahead. They were jumpers, he knew (or, at least, he'd read), so there might not be another print for a few metres. Moving from his knees into a crouch, he started to creep forward, keeping a sharp eye on the ground; as big as the first print had been, it had been surprisingly easy to miss.
When he heard the snap of a twig from somewhere to his left, he nearly slipped, cursing softly. His tendency to bumble around sometimes wasn't exactly ideal for this line of work, but he was working on it.
"You shouldn't make sudden movements, you know. You'll scare it." He turned around then, pivoting carefully toward where the whisper had come from. He was, of course, fairly certain from whom; her voice was unmistakeable. To him, anyway.
"Luna?"
"Gregory." She slipped out from behind a tree. Her face was lit with pale blue where the moonlight reached it and her pale hair had taken on a dull gleam. He could make out a few leaves and small twigs interspersed in it. "What a lovely surprise."
Greg blinked. It wasn't every day someone attributed the word 'lovely' to him, even in such a general way. "Uh," he shifted in order to face her more properly. "This is where my assignment is."
"I know," Luna nodded, "but no one ever shows up for them, do they? I rather think you might be the first one." Greg caught a hint of vague smile as she dragged a twig from her hair. "That's why I'm here, you know. I didn't expect that you would show."
He frowned; he heard the talk in the breakroom sometimes, knew that some people thought the monthly creatures column was a joke, but he hadn't known people were blowing off their assignments totally. He felt angry for Luna, who had always been nice to him. She was the only person who called him by his first name, the only one who would sit and have lunch with him sometimes. Talk to him. "So ... you've been doing the column yourself? Doing other peoples' jobs?"
"Oh no, they do the writing," she said with a laugh, "but there's a reason why no one ever finds anything."
Luna leant against the tree trunk, placing her field bag quietly on the ground next to her. She smiled, shrugged a bit. Greg's eyes had adjusted enough to see her completely now. "What else would they do? It's fairly easy to not do something and say you did. It's quite alright, you know," she dropped her voice, leant forward a bit. "I hear what the others say. I realise no one actually believes they exist. And if they don't exist, there's no real need to come to Sweden at midnight, is there?"
She patted his hand. "Really very good of you, though, to go through the motions at least. I'll tell Daddy you're our best field researcher."
"No; I --" He turned his hand over and caught hers when she began to withdraw it. "I believe in them; I think ... I think they're real."
Catching his eyes then, Luna gave him an indulgent smile, but said nothing.
"C'mere," he said suddenly, tugging on her hand. She scrambled forward, curious, and followed him to the spot where he'd found the print. "Here." He let her hand go but motioned to the spot. "Touch."
Luna knelt in the soft dirt, heedless of her pale skirt bunching around her knees, and placed her smaller hand on the cool ground beside his. He heard her gasp, softly. "Oh!"
"Yeah."
She looked up at him, eyes wide. "You do believe in them."
Feeling himself redden, he ducked his head. "'s what 'm saying."
"Lovely," there was that vague smile again, and he felt her fingers graze his on the ground.
He glanced askance at her. "You ever see one?"
"Every time."
"How come you never write about it? Seems like it'd be big news."
"It doesn't matter whether anyone else knows," she said simply. "Now that I've finally found it, telling everyone doesn't seem as important."
"Like a secret?"
She hummed her acknowledgment. "Only not just mine now, is it?"
"Haven't seen it yet," he pointed out.
"We will."
Lifting his hand, he reached up to touch her face, but catching himself, he lifted it higher instead to carefully pull a leaf out of her hair. His hands had a fine layer of dark soil on them, but he hoped she wouldn't mind.
"It's alright, Gregory," she said calmly, looking up at him. "You could touch, if you wanted. I was thinking about it, myself. Touching, that is."
Greg had nothing to really say to that, and so he did touch, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone and back, to trace the shell of her ear. "My hands're dirty."
Luna laughed softly and laced her fingers through his, her face thisclose. "So are mine." She kissed him then, and he couldn't help but forget about the hunt for now.
Pairing: Greg/Luna
Rating: Any Age
Summary: Greg and Luna meet unexpectedly.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1054
For
voldxcore. Happy Birthday, sweetie! An hour and a half early, even. ♥Ooh, and while I'm at it, happy 28th birthday to Harry, who wouldn't particularly care about the fic, but. *g*
Greg knelt and placed his open hand on the damp ground, over the swell of displaced dirt around the footprint. Moonlight filtered dimly through the trees, but there wasn't enough of it for him to really see, so he tried to make out the dimensions, the shape of the print by touch. It was fresh, he noted.
Midnight was the only time to find them, so he couldn't come back when there was more light. After tonight, there would be no possibility of a sighting for one hundred and thirty-seven days, according to his sources. He was tempted to light his wand, but that would only scare it off, if it was still here. He felt a swelling of anticipation; this might be it.
He liked the idea of his first field assignment turning out to be successful. It was important to him, having something he was good at, something so that no one would question his ability, his capacity, to do whatever he wanted -- and on his own. He'd raised quite a few brows when he'd announced that he'd taken a field research position for the Quibbler, but he had finally, finally stopped caring about what other people thought of him.
Squinting, Greg looked beyond the first footprint to try and see the next one up ahead. They were jumpers, he knew (or, at least, he'd read), so there might not be another print for a few metres. Moving from his knees into a crouch, he started to creep forward, keeping a sharp eye on the ground; as big as the first print had been, it had been surprisingly easy to miss.
When he heard the snap of a twig from somewhere to his left, he nearly slipped, cursing softly. His tendency to bumble around sometimes wasn't exactly ideal for this line of work, but he was working on it.
"You shouldn't make sudden movements, you know. You'll scare it." He turned around then, pivoting carefully toward where the whisper had come from. He was, of course, fairly certain from whom; her voice was unmistakeable. To him, anyway.
"Luna?"
"Gregory." She slipped out from behind a tree. Her face was lit with pale blue where the moonlight reached it and her pale hair had taken on a dull gleam. He could make out a few leaves and small twigs interspersed in it. "What a lovely surprise."
Greg blinked. It wasn't every day someone attributed the word 'lovely' to him, even in such a general way. "Uh," he shifted in order to face her more properly. "This is where my assignment is."
"I know," Luna nodded, "but no one ever shows up for them, do they? I rather think you might be the first one." Greg caught a hint of vague smile as she dragged a twig from her hair. "That's why I'm here, you know. I didn't expect that you would show."
He frowned; he heard the talk in the breakroom sometimes, knew that some people thought the monthly creatures column was a joke, but he hadn't known people were blowing off their assignments totally. He felt angry for Luna, who had always been nice to him. She was the only person who called him by his first name, the only one who would sit and have lunch with him sometimes. Talk to him. "So ... you've been doing the column yourself? Doing other peoples' jobs?"
"Oh no, they do the writing," she said with a laugh, "but there's a reason why no one ever finds anything."
Luna leant against the tree trunk, placing her field bag quietly on the ground next to her. She smiled, shrugged a bit. Greg's eyes had adjusted enough to see her completely now. "What else would they do? It's fairly easy to not do something and say you did. It's quite alright, you know," she dropped her voice, leant forward a bit. "I hear what the others say. I realise no one actually believes they exist. And if they don't exist, there's no real need to come to Sweden at midnight, is there?"
She patted his hand. "Really very good of you, though, to go through the motions at least. I'll tell Daddy you're our best field researcher."
"No; I --" He turned his hand over and caught hers when she began to withdraw it. "I believe in them; I think ... I think they're real."
Catching his eyes then, Luna gave him an indulgent smile, but said nothing.
"C'mere," he said suddenly, tugging on her hand. She scrambled forward, curious, and followed him to the spot where he'd found the print. "Here." He let her hand go but motioned to the spot. "Touch."
Luna knelt in the soft dirt, heedless of her pale skirt bunching around her knees, and placed her smaller hand on the cool ground beside his. He heard her gasp, softly. "Oh!"
"Yeah."
She looked up at him, eyes wide. "You do believe in them."
Feeling himself redden, he ducked his head. "'s what 'm saying."
"Lovely," there was that vague smile again, and he felt her fingers graze his on the ground.
He glanced askance at her. "You ever see one?"
"Every time."
"How come you never write about it? Seems like it'd be big news."
"It doesn't matter whether anyone else knows," she said simply. "Now that I've finally found it, telling everyone doesn't seem as important."
"Like a secret?"
She hummed her acknowledgment. "Only not just mine now, is it?"
"Haven't seen it yet," he pointed out.
"We will."
Lifting his hand, he reached up to touch her face, but catching himself, he lifted it higher instead to carefully pull a leaf out of her hair. His hands had a fine layer of dark soil on them, but he hoped she wouldn't mind.
"It's alright, Gregory," she said calmly, looking up at him. "You could touch, if you wanted. I was thinking about it, myself. Touching, that is."
Greg had nothing to really say to that, and so he did touch, brushing his thumb across her cheekbone and back, to trace the shell of her ear. "My hands're dirty."
Luna laughed softly and laced her fingers through his, her face thisclose. "So are mine." She kissed him then, and he couldn't help but forget about the hunt for now.
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It was lovely! I love it- seeing them work in a different universe. I like Greg's determination and how he believes when no one else will- I can imagine that'd be very important to Luna.
'sighs happily' Thank you, honey!
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oh, and i thought of Harry's bday today and of Neville, although I always get confuse if his birthday is a day before Harry's or not. ^^