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Title: Pure Imagination
Chapter title: The Orb
Written by: [personal profile] brutal
Tagline: Sometimes when you go looking for the unknown, you find it.
Genre: Femmeslash, Non-canon gay character, Coming of age
Summary: A nargle hunt among some of the students leads to an adventure. With sexy results.
Characters/Pairings: Luna Lovegood/Lavender Brown, mentions and appearances of others
Spoilers: Up through August of Deathly Hallows, or what would be Harry's seventh year.
Disclaimer: All characters and concepts are property of JK Rowling and respective publishers. No nargles were harmed during the making of this fic. And apologies for my butchering of the Swahili language for any who might be offended.
Dedication: Lav-Lav haters, lesbian rights activists, pervy teen boys, and anyone I've managed to piss off...ever. THIS FIC IS FOR YOU!
WC: 487

The peace is interrupted once more as a witless Grawp passes directly in their path. Luna holds Lavender back, whom, until his giant foot is right on top of them, is oblvious to his presence. When the forest is quiet again, Lavender becomes uncomfortably aware of the closeness of their bodies and almost instinctly steps back. Luna let go as quickly as she pulled her to safety, and was now looking wildly toward the castle.

Lavender remained standing where she'd moved, inches from where she'd been pulled, uncomfortably pulling at her hair and clothes.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Luna asks, rather suddenly, though it'd been on Lavender's mind for awhile.

She simply stared and wondered, jokingly, "Do you have an inner-eye or something?" She began to follow as Luna began trekking out of the forest. And she kicking herself for asking such a stupid question, even in jest. Her brain and her mouth rarely made connections. But Lavender felt very silly bemoaning her lack of filter system.

"Just the two I'm afraid," Luna replied, without a hint of irony, pooling through her pocket, "but I always like to carry a spare."

Lavender's eyes widen as Luna retrieves a palm-sized glass ball, lightly shaded purple.

"My family's travelled all over," Lavender confesses, "but I've never seen one of those."

"They're very rare," Luna explains, holding it before them, "My mother found it years ago in the Alps. It's basically a map, but a very specific, visual map. It can show any location, but only in the present. And if you want, it acts almost like a port-key and takes you there."

"So it can't see the future?" Lavender asks, only vaguely disappointed.

"Well, they say it can," Luna continues, lost in the balls ominous glow, "the order of Franciscan friars that developed it claim that while the past is a bit too intwined with the present, the future, as a destination, is feasible, but unwise, as it's never set in stone and even things a person could do to prevent an unwanted future might actually bring it about. The friar's were far too humble to ask so much of their god's divine plan."

"So where do you want to go?" Lavender beams, inquisitively.

"Now? Oh alright," Luna takes a moment to readjust her attention, "You pick?" Lost in its intensity, Luna can hear her own voice almost shout another addendum, "It will only be for a few hours."

"Of course," Lavender leans in to whisper very close, pressing upon Luna's ear, she apologizes, "I don't know who's supposed to say it or what."

"Oral is fine for both of us," Luna says with a straight face, while Lavender fights a fit of giggles, managing something akin to a deformed half-smile as she gave their destination. Luna recites, "Rhodesia!"

They disappear within the ball, now glowing its brightest, as it implodes within itself and follows.
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