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Chapter 6 "Pure Imagination" series
Title: Pure Imagination
Chapter title: One Disgruntled Monk
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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, an OC
Spoilers: Up through August of Deathly Hallows, or what would be Harry's seventh year.
Rating: G, um, yeah, pretty tame for the end
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: 277
The girls are deposited once more on Hogwarts' grounds, along with a squirrel, gnome and unicorn that go prancing about on their own ways. "There, that should be the last of them," the hooded figure sighed, staring out across the horizon.
"The last of what?" Lavender asked, innocently, as Luna merely looked about, quickly finding and gathering up their robes.
"The creatures that used that orb you stole," the figure seemed almost to hiss, rather reluctantly.
"We didn't steal any--" Lavender defended, looking back at Luna, now dressed, handing her robes to her. Lavender grabbed them, still angry at the man who rescued them, and began to explain "Luna's mother--"
"Is no longer with us," The figure said coldly, "we are quite aware of the state of your affairs. Even you, Ms. Brown."
His candor put her out a bit, but, hurt, demanding an explanation, Lavender manages, "Who are you?"
"I thought that would've been obvious," his distance was difficult to see as anything but a certain amount of smug sense of superiority, "I am Brother Jacob, a Franciscan monk from the very order that made the orb, and now I'm taking it back."
"What? But you can't--" Lavender begins to protest as he once again disappears into his cloak.
"Let him go," Luna says in sing song, "they need it more than we do. I have the best part of the adventure right here."
Lavender looks at her, "What's that?"
Luna simply smiles.
"No, seriously, what did you bring back?" Lavender calls, trying to keep up while putting on her robes. "Come on, give me a hint."
Luna just laughs, leading the way.
Chapter title: One Disgruntled Monk
Written by:
brutalTagline: 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, an OC
Spoilers: Up through August of Deathly Hallows, or what would be Harry's seventh year.
Rating: G, um, yeah, pretty tame for the end
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: 277
The girls are deposited once more on Hogwarts' grounds, along with a squirrel, gnome and unicorn that go prancing about on their own ways. "There, that should be the last of them," the hooded figure sighed, staring out across the horizon.
"The last of what?" Lavender asked, innocently, as Luna merely looked about, quickly finding and gathering up their robes.
"The creatures that used that orb you stole," the figure seemed almost to hiss, rather reluctantly.
"We didn't steal any--" Lavender defended, looking back at Luna, now dressed, handing her robes to her. Lavender grabbed them, still angry at the man who rescued them, and began to explain "Luna's mother--"
"Is no longer with us," The figure said coldly, "we are quite aware of the state of your affairs. Even you, Ms. Brown."
His candor put her out a bit, but, hurt, demanding an explanation, Lavender manages, "Who are you?"
"I thought that would've been obvious," his distance was difficult to see as anything but a certain amount of smug sense of superiority, "I am Brother Jacob, a Franciscan monk from the very order that made the orb, and now I'm taking it back."
"What? But you can't--" Lavender begins to protest as he once again disappears into his cloak.
"Let him go," Luna says in sing song, "they need it more than we do. I have the best part of the adventure right here."
Lavender looks at her, "What's that?"
Luna simply smiles.
"No, seriously, what did you bring back?" Lavender calls, trying to keep up while putting on her robes. "Come on, give me a hint."
Luna just laughs, leading the way.