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“I bring only the best treats for my best friend. They’re freshly made from this morning,” Luna said with a beaming smile, hugging her friend back tightly. There was something to be said about the way that Luna poured her heart out to others in creative ways. She enjoyed painting her friends, and baking for them - small gestures of love that Luna could pour herself into. Her friends deserved the world, and no matter what else might be going on, what craziness with the returned, Luna wanted her friends to know she was there.
“Just don’t tell your coach that you’ve consumed copious amounts of sugar because of me, I don’t want her to come looking for me,” Luna grinned. She slipped her jacket off, hanging it up by the door - the weather was pleasant outside, but Luna of all people knew how quickly the air could shift, especially in Britain. “It’s like the universe knew I should come precisely at this moment.”
Luna settled onto the sofa. Ginny’s home was comfortable, and it made Luna long for that sense of independence that she’d lost since moving back in with her father. It was necessary, she supposed, for work - but she missed being able to come and go whenever she wanted, not having to answer to anyone. “Things are going really well. Our readership is hitting levels that we only saw during the war again. Somehow, our reputation as a paper that prints the truth and isn’t influenced by whatever the ministry wants to spin has managed to stick in people’s heads. Now that the Returned are coming back, people are turning to us again. Dad really needed my help, he’s struggling to keep up with demand on his own. It’s wonderful really….I haven’t seen him quite this happy in years. He loves the Quibbler, as do I….and it’s nice for people to be taking us seriously.”
Luna reached for a cup, filling it with tea and popping a sugar cube in. “How are things at the Harpies? I have tickets for the next game…I’m still wondering precisely how to make a hat that shows my support, but I’m sure I’ll get there.”
“You are nothing less than an angel.” Ginny grinned, her adoration of the other clear. Of course, she would always love Luna, but their friendship like all friendships was always improved by the addition of baked goods. She often admired Luna’s way of showing affection, the way the woman filled these small gift with love. Ginny had never been able to focus on a creative project long enough to produce anything worth gifting. Her love was vocal, physical, to be found in how she defended her friends, in the compliments she gave.
“Don’t worry, it will be our secret. I’ll just work extra hard to counteract all the sugar in my system.” She laughed, getting comfortable on the sofa beside her friend. “That’s great news. I mean, it’s good your dad is happy, but it’s more important to me that you’re happy.” Ginny paused for a moment, wanting to approach the topic far more delicately than she usually was capable of doing. “Honestly, I just didn’t think you’d go back to the Quibbler when you came home. After everything you saw and did; I guess I was expecting you to open a zoo for magical creatures or something.” She worried a lot, that Luna was only back at the Quibbler for the sake of her dad. She was living her dream, or as close as she could get, being on the Harpies. She wanted nothing less for Luna.
“They’re good, really. I’m hoping to get promoted onto the team proper for this season, then you getting tickets will actually be worth it.” Her tone was teasing, it meant so much to her that her friends and family came to the games even when there was no guarantee of her playing. She still felt like a bit of a disappointment, but that was something she had to deal with. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something. You’ve always been so creative.”
