Luna drabble for mollivanders

[black_hat]

Luna was used to making small talk with the Veil while working; she was not used to it talking back.

"I haven't any buried treasure here for you," Luna said, standing a thoughtful distance aways.

"Love, don't use 'buried' with me in the sentence."

"You don't have to be sensitive about it," she muttered, ashamed at her faux-paus. She supposed the man-person-thing was buried. Somewhere.

"You know--you're absolutely right. How about you let me apologize to you in person?"

"As a ghost?"

"...Yes but more person-like."

"That sounds vaguely unpleasant," she commented, thoughts of miniture Muggle trees dancing in her head. In the context...

"I don't smell. Much. Not like--look, throw me a rope, give it the old heave-ho and I'll be all apologies."

Luna, taught to be polite, did so, conquering up a rope and casting it through the veil. The man stumbled out--as a man.

Skin and all.

"Why, that's an odd assortment of clothing."

"You're one to talk."

"I did talk, just then," she said, furrowing her brow. "Oh! I know what you are!"

He looked afraid, looking around the room as if cornered.

"You're a an person who is irate."

"What?"

"P-irate. It's what it stands for. Makes sense, your tone of voice now."

"...You've got me. What's your name?"

"Luna Lovegood," she said. "And you?"

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Where's your ship?"

"That's a good question. How about you help me find it?"

Luna smiled. This day was finally looking up.