Luna doesn't mind, doesn't pull away until the first cries of protest reach her ears-- Ronald, she thinks, perhaps reacting a bit strongly-- and she turns, hand going for a wand that's not there, just in case.
"Be quiet, Ronald," she says instead, warningly, and her fists curl at her sides. "Don't speak like that."
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:06 am (UTC)"Be quiet, Ronald," she says instead, warningly, and her fists curl at her sides. "Don't speak like that."