The Duel in the Green

[Harry Potter]

Luna Lovegood, the Jedi Knight, was meditating silently beneath the towering bamboo of the Tangled Green.

The witch floated gently a foot above the ground, her legs crossed, her hands on her knees, her platinum blonde hair levitating strangely. She breathed in through her nose, inhaling honeysuckle and lilac, and she exhaled through her mouth expertly.

Luna had thus sat for the last year, without eating or sleeping or moving at all, subsisting off the pure wave of omnidichlorians that was released into the omniverse since Harry Potter walked out of the Nexus fountain. She kept the same dreamy smile on her face.

Then Harry Potter had gotten his wand snapped by Bellatrix Lestrange, and Luna had winced.

Then Harry Potter got his head blown off in Dante’s Abyss, and Luna’s eyes snapped open.

She felt a great disturbance in the Force.

The Jedi witch uncrossed her legs, stood, and stretched. She idly brushed off some dust that had gathered on her otherwise immaculate white kimono fringed with bright blue. Held with blue silk on either hip was a wand; one willow, and the other pear. Her bare feet seemed to blow the leaves and twigs from her path with a gentle breeze as she started to walk into the thick bamboo.

“Hey Luna,” a sassy female voice called from behind her.

Luna stopped.

“Hullo, Hermione,” Luna replied in her high-pitched, dreamy voice.

The Jedi Witch turned to face the clearing.

Hermione Granger stood with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her face. Her sandy blonde hair caught the breeze in strands, where Luna’s silky platinum hair drifted freely. She still wore her school uniform, though it seemed to Luna that it might be several years too small.

“Crazy seeing you here,” Hermione said in her prim English accent. “Where you headed?”

“To the Nexus fountain,” the Jedi responded through half-lidded eyes. “Harry is dead.”

Hermione shrugged.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Hermione said casually.

For a while, only the wind whistling through the trees could be heard.

The witches began to walk in slow, wide circles, their hands at their sides.

Luna would step left, and Hermione would step left, in an eerie unison.

“I think you’re not giving him enough credit,” Hermione said, a smirk creeping onto her face. “He is perfectly capable of finding his own way in Omniverse.”

The witches continued to circle each other, step by careful step.

“I’m just going to meet an old friend,” Luna replied, a little defensively perhaps.

Hermione laughed poshly. “Oh Luna,” she said, her hair falling in front of her face. In a heartbeat her wand was out and facing the ground, and a long red lightsaber blade emerged from the tip.

“You’ll be reunited soon enough.”