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[ It's rare Luna ends up in Crenshaw, but she can certainly appreciate the district. It's quiet here; far more space and greenery between the houses and plots of land. Now that the seasons have changed, it's rather pretty, she thinks. It's nice.

Still, she comes with Helga just in case. Crenshaw is certainly vulnerable, and she's mindful of Sansa's suggestion of bringing her companion along with her. The giant wolf-dog looks very much like a husky, but her bite...? Well, perhaps it is more merciful to ask for a swift death if one ends on the receiving end. But with even with her size, Helga is a sweetheart, really — and quite happy for the walk.

In truth, Luna doesn't really know what a half-pipe is. Wizards aren't much for skateboarding, they're far more into broomsticks. It's easier to spend her search for Robby's home by looking up at the houses, almost as if in a daze — frowning ever so slightly as she notes the chimneys. When he calls to her, her gaze snaps down and she enters the yard — taking in the boy and then the strange construction he sits upon. ]

Hello, you must be Robby. [ There's a pause before she adds. ] ... So this is what you meant by 'half-pipe', how curious.

[ She supposes it does look a bit like half of a pipe. ]

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[ Ah. He looks at what he's sat on (which from his point of view, is just plywood than anything meaningful), then jumps off from the side, leaving the skateboard behind on top. There's a wrinkle to his nose, an apologetic look followed by the tip of his head. ]

Sorry, uh - I should've sent a picture, huh. [ Actually, he should have done that for the house, right? He's so not used to inviting anyone over - especially in a place without GPS, but functional camera-phones, apparently. ] Do you have skateboarding where you're from?

[ He asks it a little slow, picking his words as he's speaking, and deciding not to go with 'do witches have skateboards?' It hadn't occurred to him to think that a halfpipe was an oddity, but the thought also fascinates him.

What does a world with actual witches in it have? ]

Oh, that's alright. [ It's not his fault, really. It would be more logical to suspect someone would know what a half-pipe is rather than not. Luna often finds herself the odd one out, not knowing about plenty of inventions of the Muggle variety. ]

The chimney was a good point to draw attention to. [ She points up towards it with a faint smile before falling into a hushed thoughtful silence. In truth, she doesn't know what skateboarding is — she's never even learned to ride a bicycle. But it's not to say that it doesn't exist in her world. There's plenty Luna's learnt about the Muggle world, but she's not really learned much about her Muggle world. ]

Possibly—? I suspect it would be a Muggle thing if it is. [ There's a beat before she helpfully adds: ] Muggle means 'non-magical'.

[ A Muggle thing -- huh. He doesn't get it at first, and then does, and it's strange -- but then he wonders, well, isn't it the same as calling a witch a witch? Not the detail he focuses on, though he does give the clarification a small nod. ]

You didn't live in the same place as them? [ ...he doesn't mean to get distracted, and it seems obvious by her uncertainty that's how it is; but he can't help his curiosity, even if he keeps it conversational, light - easy to brush off if she chooses. ]

[ Luna is never the one to turn down a curious mind. She doesn't mind the distraction. ]

Oh, we do. In fact there's only one village in the whole country that is inhabited solely by Wizardkind. [ Wizards and Witches live amongst their non-magical cousins in villages, towns and cities all over the country, and the world, perhaps. Or some live outside of populated areas, sole housing in the countryside — like Luna and her father, or Ginny's family. But there's far more Muggles in comparison. ]

But we keep to ourselves. Muggles largely don't know about us, and we don't tend to know much about Muggles. I've found them to be very clever and inventive, though. I've learned a lot over the past few years.

[ Just not skateboarding. ...There's still plenty to learn. ]

[ Huh. It's so peculiar, the way she makes the distinction between witches (wizardkind?) and non-witches (...non-wizardkind), like they're a different breed entirely. Living with them, but they also might as well be living in different countries.

Peculiar, but also interesting. His lips press as he considers it, then he nods. ]

I don't know anything about witches, so if there's any hiding in plain sight where I'm from, you do a good job keeping to yourselves.

[ A joke, the twitch of a smile. He hits his hands together, throwing a look back at the house, then points a finger at it. ]

Uh, do I need to let you in, move you around the garden, or? [ He chuckles lightly, a huff. ] I mean, I could make you a drink since you came all this way...

[ He feels a bit useless, not sure what to do in these circumstances - he doesn't get witchly visitors often, and not those that renovate the house with magical protection. Does it take long? She at least deserves the offer of a drink. ]

Good at that, and good at making sure how to fix things if we're discovered. [ It almost sounds ominous, in a way — even with the cheerfulness she utters it. But it's true, considering they do have charms to make sure Muggles don't notice them, or their memories can be altered suitably the ensure that Witches and Wizards stay hidden.

Her gaze follows where he points and she straightens, looking at the house for a moment. She's thoughtful as she sizes up the building, noting windows and doors. ]

I would recommend both. It might be better I go room to room, to ensure windows are properly enchanted. And I'll work from the outside. [ Just to be on the safe side. ] I can do protective enchantments pretty well, but I'm certainly not the most powerful witch of my world.

... Not to mention you're living in one of the most dangerous districts of the city, so... it's always good to be extra careful.

[ There's a little chuckle. ]

That's very nice of you, but you don't need to get me anything. I'm quite to help—! Although if you can show me around the house, that would be helpful.

[ He nods as he listens to her, at least having a better idea now about how this works (well, marginally). Robby knows she has a wand, that she can do spells -- but how thoroughly those spells work is another thing.

But to showing her around the house-- ]

--Sure, yeah, come in. [ He goes up to the front step and opens the door, standing in the small entry hall with his hand on the handle, waiting for her to follow. A nod to some hooks, a jacket hanging on one, offering- ] You can take your coat off if you want, [ if she has one on, and not if she doesn't.

But, regardless: ] I didn't know how you'd do this. Peter told me you used a wand? You're the best witch in his book. [ Not to snitch on your lovey-dovey feelings, Peter, but Robby says it fondly, with a smile. ] But I didn't want to ask him too many questions. ... actually, [ admittedly, ] I didn't know what to ask.

[ What does he know about witches, after all. There are two doors on either side of them, the hall lead farther down to a pair of stairs, and what looks like a kitchen to the side, a small corridor to its right. It's simple, aesthetics still matching with that of Trench.

He'll lead her towards a room, whenever she's ready. ]

[ Wonderful! Following him in, she'll shrug off her old school cloak and hang it up, before telling Helga to stay at the entry hall. The wolf dog understands without question and sits, tail wagging behind her. She pulls her wand out from a pocket and there's an amused sound at the words: Peter told me you used a wand? She holds it up for him to see at that. ]

I do, yes. Although wandless magic is a form of magic in my world, it's very advanced — I can only do a little. [ Which comes in the form of a lot of practice, and even then the most she can manage is to light a few candles. ]

Peter's just saying that because I'm his girlfriend. He likes to say nice things about me. [ Not that she minds, she finds she very much likes it to hear nice things said about her. The last few years have been a bit of a change, considering. It took a bit of getting used to. ]

That's quite fair. [ She smiles politely. One would have plenty of questions in the face of a new topic, that's natural. ] I quite like questions. Maybe just go for anything that pops into your mind, I'm an open book. No question is too silly.

[ She motion to one of the doors, she's happy enough to start with either room downstairs and just make her way round the house. ]

[ Huh, so wandless magic is actually a thing. He learns through the tidbits that she supplies after he talks, smiling at the semi-protest of her talents as spoken by Peter. It's nice, though he still feels a nagging sheepishness, like he should be providing more in compensation for what she's freely giving away.

Well, he can only hope to give something towards the end. ]

Sure, alright. [ For now, Robby leads her into the living room first, standing to a side in his own space, hoping he won't get in the way of whatever it is she'll do. And that he wants to see most: the process. Will he even notice anything? ]

Oh, uh, there was something. Can witches turn people into [ frogs ] --animals?

[ Is there any way to ask that that doesn't feel a little rude?? And will she say something about frogs herself. ]

[ Luna looks about the living room, slowly drifting over to a window without much else said, letting him have a moment to think. She can probably get to casting while he considers, drawing her wand up and her left palm held up, ready to get to work.

Although the question makes her pause, her head turning round to look at him curiously. That's what he'd like to know...? She can't help but look a little amused. But no, she doesn't find it rude. As for the answer, well— ]

Of course we can! Although human transfiguration is another advanced kind of magic, we don't learn those kind of things until sixth year at school. [ Which she is... lacking in, considering she only made it through half of her sixth year. ] Transforming objects into animals and back is far easier.

[ There is no mention of frogs, alas. But with that, she turns her head back round. There's a short pause as she concentrates before she starts casting, murmuring spell words under her breath. With each one, she draws down with her wand. Before her, the air shifts and warps, as if one might drag their hand through a pool of water; an iridescent haze of light appearing with each casting: spells to repel intruders who mean harm, spells to protect against any malevolent magics aimed at the house, spells to keep to keep them safe.

It's the not the flashiest of magic, but it does what it's supposed to do. Protective enchantments aren't mean for show, they're meant for work. But she'll move to any other windows in the room to much of the same before she'll turn back to Robby with another smile. ]

Did you think of any other questions?

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