Boxing Day - Open
Dec 27, 2016 3:55:29 GMT
Post by Luna Lovegood on Dec 27, 2016 3:55:29 GMT
Christmas had been wonderful, but it came and went very quickly. Luna wasn't feeling the post holiday blues too badly because she liked Boxing Day nearly as much. Luna spent a good part of the day sitting on the floor of the joke shop surrounded by several small puffs of fur in various shades of pink and purple. Some rolled around in small circles in front of her, two were nestled in her lap, one perched on her shoulder like a pirates parrot and another even sat atop her blonde head, lost in the tangles and surveying it's surroundings from Mt. Luna.
The former Ravenclaw watched them all, swaying off beat to her own humming. It was becoming tradition to spend Boxing Day with pygmy puffs and the Weasley twins and their employers indulged her yearly visit and left her too it. She called it research and even had a parchment laid out next to her for note taking and a quill tucked behind her ear. There were a few random thoughts scrawled across the paper, something about genetic modification for new colors, attempts at breeding in larger feet for better stability, suggested use for fur within potions, etc. The pygmy puffs got a little something out of it too, Luna occasionally slipped them pieces of biscuits and bits of chocolate.
Occasionally the other patrons would wander over to see what she was doing and Luna was happy to oblige. It wasn't just a cuddle session under the guise of scientific advancement. She believed they would sing on boxing day, although she had yet to catch them in the act. When the next pair of feet approached the blonde plucked the pygmy puff from the top of her head, letting the ball of fur scurry up her arm as she tilted her head back to peer up at the curious onlooker. "I came to hear them sing, they only sing on boxing day you know." There was a gentle and serene smile over her ethereal features although excitement lit up her pale blue eyes. "I think this group's got a bit of stage fright."
The dreamy former Ravenclaw offered her hand to a pale pink pygmy puff skittering around on the ground, allowing it to climb into her palm. "That's alright." she cooed at the creature, stroking through it's fur with her free hand. The puff purred it's approval. "You're just shy, aren't you? I'm sure you have a lovely voice, but I'll still be your friend if you don't feel like singing."
The former Ravenclaw watched them all, swaying off beat to her own humming. It was becoming tradition to spend Boxing Day with pygmy puffs and the Weasley twins and their employers indulged her yearly visit and left her too it. She called it research and even had a parchment laid out next to her for note taking and a quill tucked behind her ear. There were a few random thoughts scrawled across the paper, something about genetic modification for new colors, attempts at breeding in larger feet for better stability, suggested use for fur within potions, etc. The pygmy puffs got a little something out of it too, Luna occasionally slipped them pieces of biscuits and bits of chocolate.
Occasionally the other patrons would wander over to see what she was doing and Luna was happy to oblige. It wasn't just a cuddle session under the guise of scientific advancement. She believed they would sing on boxing day, although she had yet to catch them in the act. When the next pair of feet approached the blonde plucked the pygmy puff from the top of her head, letting the ball of fur scurry up her arm as she tilted her head back to peer up at the curious onlooker. "I came to hear them sing, they only sing on boxing day you know." There was a gentle and serene smile over her ethereal features although excitement lit up her pale blue eyes. "I think this group's got a bit of stage fright."
The dreamy former Ravenclaw offered her hand to a pale pink pygmy puff skittering around on the ground, allowing it to climb into her palm. "That's alright." she cooed at the creature, stroking through it's fur with her free hand. The puff purred it's approval. "You're just shy, aren't you? I'm sure you have a lovely voice, but I'll still be your friend if you don't feel like singing."
