| Harry would spend some time obsessing over how to get off. In the meantime, Luna will have foraged them a huge pile of food, built a little fort, and started a fire, all in a day's work of wandering with seeming aimlessness through the island with a curious expression as she stared at the trees.
She might even start building a raft. __________________ "And have you ever tempted them, the ones who eat locusts
and pray for seventeen years in the barren desert,
and get overgrown with moss?"
"My dear, I've done nothing else." |