I’ve been thinking about something a good deal lately, about September and how things will change. Colin and I will be getting married, but in considering how it will make our lives difference, I only see that our titles for each other will change. It won’t change our love and it won’t mean a difference in changing residence. It certainly won’t mean that our sex lives will change, because we’re together so much. It isn’t that it is such a disappointing thought, but it seems like marriage should have more of an impact than our wedding will seemingly have.

Our first night together as Luna and Colin Creevey should be as magical as the occasion presents.

( Pancakes and suggestions )

I look up from my notebook as I hear a shallow tapping on my door. “One moment, please,” I call out as I make a final notation before it escapes from my mind.

Then I stand up and move to the door to let in what is a small memo. With the laboratory being dangerous as it is, and parchment being so flammable, all the important owls are delivered to my office and a memo sent to me to notify me of their arrival. If the memo is burned by an exploding potion, I will at least know that one was sent and I’m to check my office.

I cap my inkbottle, clean my quill, and press the blotter onto the page before closing the notebook. Then I leave my laboratory and lock the door.

When I reach my office, I see a rolled parchment with an official seal that I recognize as being Hannah’s. After pouring a cup of tea, I sit down and unroll it.

( Dear Miss Lovegood )

Dear Remus Lupin,

I have developed a new way to experience books in the form of a ribbon constructed of memories. The memories are of a narrator reading the book aloud in a room, which has been decorated to fit the setting of the corresponding chapter. We are looking for captivating readers to perform the books. I've included in the owl a complimentary Book Ribbon so that you can see what the finishing products look like.

Having had the opportunity to hear you read aloud when you taught at Hogwarts, I think that you would do very well as a Book Ribbon performer and I would like to employ you to narrate two titles for us. If you have questions about how the ribbons work or what would be asked of you, you may owl me directly. If you have questions about the pay, please direct your owl to my business manager, Blaise Zabini. If you have questions about contracts and legal matters, please contact Hannah Abbott.

Please let me know one way or the other.

In Truth & Magic,
Luna Lovegood
Love Goods

Though I took an afternoon off on Monday to see Astrea about the blood, I decide to take another half day to end the week, but this time for pleasure. It has been a while since I’ve visited Daddy, and Colin thought it would be a good idea when I mentioned I was thinking of seeing him. I know he worries about the rift that had developed because of what happened a year ago.

Blaise thought it would be a lovely idea, too, and so had no issues with me leaving early. So after he and the receptionist have taken their lunches, I gather my things and wish them a good weekend.

( A visit with Daddy )

I spend most of the morning gathering the material for the book ribbons. I hadn’t heard back from Jeanette Gesseron, but I’m glad that Hannah did so that the ribbons can be made. Since the rerelease of the original book ribbon, we have received a few more owls from retailers asking for more titles. I’m pleased that the demand is there, now we just need to get the ribbons made.

As I check through my portfolio again, I wonder if perhaps we should have a second narrator, a male, to give a little more variety. I will need to ask Hannah about that. In the meantime, I have a meeting at two.

( A storyteller )

As I turn down Knockturn, everything becomes rather dark and I think how appropriate it is for a place that can get me fresh blood to be here where there is little light. I wonder as I walk by the people who all turn to stare, if Rodentia ever comes here. It doesn’t look like a very happy place, and I think it’s a shame that a place that would offer vampirically afflicted peoples a little more freedom should be so cheerless. At least in the graveyard where Rodentia lives, there are angels.

Soon I see the sign for Midnight Apothecary and I open the door. There are tall shelves of potions everywhere. I look around at all the brilliant colours and the deep, delicious shades. I make my own potions for our house myself, but it is nice to see them in these clear, clean phials displayed as they are here. Still, I’m not here for potions.

( Ordering Blood )

( Correspondences )

Sent to:
Robert Creevey & Abby, Xenophilius Lovegood, Dennis Creevey, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Blaise Zabini, Devlin Hopkins, Ginny Weasley, Molly & Arthur Weasley, Fred & George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley & Family, Percy Weasley, Vickie Frobisher, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Rodentia Contadie, Marcus Finer, Neville & Hannah Longbottom, Neddy Fredericks

It's 17 July, a day my company and I have been waiting for for several weeks. Losing the book ribbons was a large strain on our business and we were in a bad way for quite a while. I am very thankful to Hannah for handling it, because we wouldn't have been able to afford to pay a lawsuit.

Unfortunately, until I received contact from the Ministry and signed some papers for Hannah, we could do nothing. I knew that it would be most likely that we wouldn't hear until the day of, but each day that went by where there was no summons from the Ministry, I was a little more uneased. But just as Colin was tying his tie for work this morning and I was putting my hair up, an owl arrived from Hannah.

( A busy day )

I had not intended to stay past 5pm, when I usually leave work, but I find that I have managed to fall asleep in my office, which I rarely use. I’ve been making a list of possible problems a person could find with my ribbons, so that I can make a suitable warning label. I still don’t understand why they would be a problem to anybody, except for sleeping in, but Hannah said I needed to cover as many possibilities as possible, so that I won’t be held responsible for the consumer’s misuse of my product. Then I started a letter, and it seems I fell asleep.

I look up and see my reflection in the large framed picture of the hut above our home. There are words from the half-finished letter I fell asleep on. I put my hand up to my cheek and wipe at the ink and it smears.

( Following a voice )