[ It seems that Luna's Omni has now fallen to the recent... issue going on, and begins broadcasting from where it rests in her room. The memory flickers in to a rich, grand house — a study of sorts. The room is gloomy; pristine dark wood floors that look almost black, wooden panelling heavily decorated with fine tapestries and huge paintings with figures who move silently within them. A fire roars on one side, a woman stood before it, wand in hand. She's dressed in dark colours, hair unkempt, wild. Her heavy-lidded eyes look vexed as she stares into the flames, twitching at the sound of approaching footsteps. She smiles also manically, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
Luna's manhandled into the room, bedraggled, but not fighting too hard. She's no older than sixteen, small in the wizard's grasp and shoved hard into the center of the room before the dark-haired witch. Luna raises her head to look at Bellatrix Lestrange, unafraid but wary.
"Well, what do we have? Potter's little friend!" Bellatrix coos in sing-song as she sidles up close to Luna, thinly-veiled attempts to be disarming. "I thought maybe you and I could have a nice little chat, hm? Maybe you've had a nice long think in the dungeon, and you might choose to do the right thing here."
Luna doesn't say anything, Bellatrix continues: "Now your dear, darling Daddy's been writing some very unhelpful things about your lovely friend Harry Potter, and that—" She taps Luna's shoulder with her wand playfully punctuate each word, as if admonishing her. "just— won't— do—!"
Bellatrix makes a face before spinning on her heel to move away again, she's quiet for a few moments, as if deciding something. Luna remains silent, watching her carefully. "Now it would be a shame if we had to go and punish him for it. But supporting Harry Potter instead of the Dark Lord is... a very serious thing." She hums. "So I have a wonderful idea—! How about you tell us where your friend is, and what he's up to and maybe we can forgive your father—? That sounds fair, doesn't it—?"
Luna inhales softly, a shuddering little breath. After a long moment, her eyes flick to the floor. She remains silent. And suddenly, it's as if a switch has been flicked — the fake-niceties are gone and Bellatrix's breathing grows rapid, enraged. She storms back over, raising her wand and flicking it up to Luna's face, screaming at her—
"TELL ME WHERE POTTER IS OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE YOUR BLOOD TRAITOR FATHER AGAIN—! WE KNOW HE'S CONSPIRING AGAINST THE DARK LORD SOMEHOW—!" Luna tenses up, her eyes huge and glossy, but her lips purse — refusing to speak. Bellatrix tilts her head to one side, her own eyes widening as if to mock her before she scoffs. "Fine. Have it your way, girl."
Bellatrix backs off and with a grin which melts into something ice-cold, she whips her wand in a harsh, striking motion — a jet of red light cracking loudly in the air as she yells "CRUCIO—!"
Luna crumples to her knees like a rag-doll with a shriek of agony, it's as if her body doesn't know what to do. She then falls backwards as Bellatrix holds the curse firm, twisting and tense as she goes into spasm — screaming so loudly it echoes, consumed with blinding pain. It seems to go on for an age until Bellatrix stops, standing over her as Luna trembles on the floor: "WHERE'S POTTER—?!"
But Luna still doesn't answer, even despite the gasping sobs. She scrambles uselessly against the floor, nails digging into the floorboards. And it begins again, another jolt of red light and the air fills with screaming. Each time Bellatrix stops after a while, screeching at her the same questions, and each time Luna doesn't respond.
"TELL ME, GIRL—! WE KNOW YOU'RE POTTER'S FRIEND. HE ONLY HANGS AROUND WITH FILTHY, DIRTY MUDBLOODS AND DISGUSTING BLOOD TRAITORS!"
And still Luna doesn't answer.
The screen glitches, half-static jumping from the scene to more idyllic scene of Luna's bedroom as she's rushing for her Omni from where she'd left it on her desk. The screen continues to glitch out, her face a strange blur of pixels as she fumbles with the device — hurrying to shut it down. But it's clear there's absolute horror and fear in her eyes.
He can't see this, Peter can't see this. She doesn't know who's receiving this, or even if it might be public, all over the network. As she scrambles, she's yelling as loud as she can: ]
[It's not the first memory Willow's received via her Omni, but it's still bracing. At least the memory of Luna is clearly from when she was younger, and while that eliminates the possibility of a broadcast to call for help for something that's happening right now, it doesn't make what happened then any less horrifying.
Luna is brave. Luna is silent. Luna chooses to face immense pain, and a clearly unhinged witch to protect her friends, and it doesn't come as a surprise at all.
It's still not easy to witness, but difficult to look away as well, and Willow can't help wincing as scene plays out.
As soon as the device glitches, and disconnects, with her friend looking both horrified and frightened by what's just happened, Willow calls back immediately, clearly alarmed.]
[ Unfortunately, with immediately calling — Luna is... in the midst of a breakdown. She doesn't know how many people's seen this, if it's all over the network, if Peter has indeed seen this. The sudden thump she'd heard moments within ending the call of Peter's body collapsing to the floor at least meant that Paimon had heard her and quickly put Peter down until she can work out what's going on. ]
Willow— [ She's gasping for breath, pacing back and forth. She feels dizzy and nauseous and like she can't breathe. ] I don't know, I don't know— Inlé said I was broadcasting— on the Omni— and she said it was—
[ Bad. Even Inlé seemed afraid when she told Luna what was being sent out. ]
And I don't know how— is, is— did everyone seen—?!
It's okay - it's okay, Luna. Try to slow down a little, okay?
[Willow tries to keep her tone as calm as possible, trying to encourage calm in Luna as well. It's hardly a shock she is having a breakdown under the circumstances.]
It came to me as a private message, so I don't think it went out to everyone. Just take some slow, deep breaths for me, okay?
[It's moments like these, she resents not being able to use magic - not being able to just teleport over - but, of course. The lamps.]
We'll figure this out, I promise. I can come straight over, if you want?
I'm, I— can't— [ Her heart's racing too fast, too hard. She can't seem to breathe, her lungs don't fill right — and she's pacing hard about her room. It's out there, this is out there. One the worst things to ever happen to her. She doesn't know what to do.
But she hears Willow direct her to breathe, slow and deep. She tries, but it chokes out and a sob — a hand wiping furiously at her face. To see it again makes her sick and dizzy; she can hear the sound of her own screams ringing in her ears. ]
Are you sure—? Is it, did it not go on the network—? [ She shakes her head. ] Peter. He's— I had to. I had to stop him.
[ There's an unconscious boy lying on the floor of the house somewhere, thanks to Paimon's quick thinking of shutting him down. She's going to have to deal with that. ]
[Willow is already heading down the stairs to get to the lamp, at the same time, she's trying to scroll through the network on her Omni to make sure Luna's memory.]
It's not on the network - not that I can see.
[She heads out the door, and jogs towards gate where just beyond lies the lamp.]
I can check your Omni if you want when I get there, or maybe you can ask your Omen?
I'll help Peter however I can too, okay? Just hang on, I'll be there soon. Can you come let me in?
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accidental video; un: quibbler | cw: emotional blackmail, magical torture, violence against a minor
Date: 2022-05-30 04:50 pm (UTC)Luna's manhandled into the room, bedraggled, but not fighting too hard. She's no older than sixteen, small in the wizard's grasp and shoved hard into the center of the room before the dark-haired witch. Luna raises her head to look at Bellatrix Lestrange, unafraid but wary.
"Well, what do we have? Potter's little friend!" Bellatrix coos in sing-song as she sidles up close to Luna, thinly-veiled attempts to be disarming. "I thought maybe you and I could have a nice little chat, hm? Maybe you've had a nice long think in the dungeon, and you might choose to do the right thing here."
Luna doesn't say anything, Bellatrix continues: "Now your dear, darling Daddy's been writing some very unhelpful things about your lovely friend Harry Potter, and that—" She taps Luna's shoulder with her wand playfully punctuate each word, as if admonishing her. "just— won't— do—!"
Bellatrix makes a face before spinning on her heel to move away again, she's quiet for a few moments, as if deciding something. Luna remains silent, watching her carefully.
"Now it would be a shame if we had to go and punish him for it. But supporting Harry Potter instead of the Dark Lord is... a very serious thing." She hums. "So I have a wonderful idea—! How about you tell us where your friend is, and what he's up to and maybe we can forgive your father—? That sounds fair, doesn't it—?"
Luna inhales softly, a shuddering little breath. After a long moment, her eyes flick to the floor. She remains silent. And suddenly, it's as if a switch has been flicked — the fake-niceties are gone and Bellatrix's breathing grows rapid, enraged. She storms back over, raising her wand and flicking it up to Luna's face, screaming at her—
"TELL ME WHERE POTTER IS OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE YOUR BLOOD TRAITOR FATHER AGAIN—! WE KNOW HE'S CONSPIRING AGAINST THE DARK LORD SOMEHOW—!" Luna tenses up, her eyes huge and glossy, but her lips purse — refusing to speak. Bellatrix tilts her head to one side, her own eyes widening as if to mock her before she scoffs. "Fine. Have it your way, girl."
Bellatrix backs off and with a grin which melts into something ice-cold, she whips her wand in a harsh, striking motion — a jet of red light cracking loudly in the air as she yells "CRUCIO—!"
Luna crumples to her knees like a rag-doll with a shriek of agony, it's as if her body doesn't know what to do. She then falls backwards as Bellatrix holds the curse firm, twisting and tense as she goes into spasm — screaming so loudly it echoes, consumed with blinding pain. It seems to go on for an age until Bellatrix stops, standing over her as Luna trembles on the floor: "WHERE'S POTTER—?!"
But Luna still doesn't answer, even despite the gasping sobs. She scrambles uselessly against the floor, nails digging into the floorboards. And it begins again, another jolt of red light and the air fills with screaming. Each time Bellatrix stops after a while, screeching at her the same questions, and each time Luna doesn't respond.
"TELL ME, GIRL—! WE KNOW YOU'RE POTTER'S FRIEND. HE ONLY HANGS AROUND WITH FILTHY, DIRTY MUDBLOODS AND DISGUSTING BLOOD TRAITORS!"
And still Luna doesn't answer.
The screen glitches, half-static jumping from the scene to more idyllic scene of Luna's bedroom as she's rushing for her Omni from where she'd left it on her desk. The screen continues to glitch out, her face a strange blur of pixels as she fumbles with the device — hurrying to shut it down. But it's clear there's absolute horror and fear in her eyes.
He can't see this, Peter can't see this. She doesn't know who's receiving this, or even if it might be public, all over the network. As she scrambles, she's yelling as loud as she can: ]
Dormiens vas—!
[ The feed promptly shuts off. ]
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Date: 2022-06-01 01:19 am (UTC)Luna is brave. Luna is silent. Luna chooses to face immense pain, and a clearly unhinged witch to protect her friends, and it doesn't come as a surprise at all.
It's still not easy to witness, but difficult to look away as well, and Willow can't help wincing as scene plays out.
As soon as the device glitches, and disconnects, with her friend looking both horrified and frightened by what's just happened, Willow calls back immediately, clearly alarmed.]
Luna! Are you okay? What just happened?
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Date: 2022-06-05 09:45 pm (UTC)Willow— [ She's gasping for breath, pacing back and forth. She feels dizzy and nauseous and like she can't breathe. ] I don't know, I don't know— Inlé said I was broadcasting— on the Omni— and she said it was—
[ Bad. Even Inlé seemed afraid when she told Luna what was being sent out. ]
And I don't know how— is, is— did everyone seen—?!
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Date: 2022-06-06 10:11 pm (UTC)[Willow tries to keep her tone as calm as possible, trying to encourage calm in Luna as well. It's hardly a shock she is having a breakdown under the circumstances.]
It came to me as a private message, so I don't think it went out to everyone. Just take some slow, deep breaths for me, okay?
[It's moments like these, she resents not being able to use magic - not being able to just teleport over - but, of course. The lamps.]
We'll figure this out, I promise. I can come straight over, if you want?
cw: panic attack / ptsd symptoms
Date: 2022-06-17 05:30 pm (UTC)But she hears Willow direct her to breathe, slow and deep. She tries, but it chokes out and a sob — a hand wiping furiously at her face. To see it again makes her sick and dizzy; she can hear the sound of her own screams ringing in her ears. ]
Are you sure—? Is it, did it not go on the network—? [ She shakes her head. ] Peter. He's— I had to. I had to stop him.
[ There's an unconscious boy lying on the floor of the house somewhere, thanks to Paimon's quick thinking of shutting him down. She's going to have to deal with that. ]
He can't see that, he can't. It would break him.
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Date: 2022-06-19 05:49 am (UTC)[Willow is already heading down the stairs to get to the lamp, at the same time, she's trying to scroll through the network on her Omni to make sure Luna's memory.]
It's not on the network - not that I can see.
[She heads out the door, and jogs towards gate where just beyond lies the lamp.]
I can check your Omni if you want when I get there, or maybe you can ask your Omen?
I'll help Peter however I can too, okay? Just hang on, I'll be there soon. Can you come let me in?