fletcher, mundungus.
“luna is missing?” mundungus looks at sybill with an expression of genuine worry and concern —- he may not have any pets of his own, but he still felt a vast loyalty for all cats roaming the earth. luna, especially, as the little thing had a name attached to her and belonged to sybill, who deserved a damn companion. “fuck. do i have a minute, sybill? i have a whole feckin’ year, if it means we’ll find her, yeah?” ( a thought snuck in his head about how he was never this motivated to do work for the order, but he let it slide. ) “what can i do? do i need to get some fish or sommat, to summon her? just tell the word — i’ll do it. we’ve gotta find that little rascal.”
“ OH mundungus, thank you so much ! ” she hugs him, tells him “ she’s always been so very independent and normally i wouldn’t worry, you see, but i’ve just got this f e e l i n g that something’s not right. ” it’s been snowing more than usually, too, and sybill is worried, doesn’t know how well luna will do in the cold without her mittens ( the ones sybill knitted for her a few years back, luna’s always wore them during the winter. her poor paws must be freezing. ) “ maybe we can check over by the shrieking shack, she does really like the sounds. ”
