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Ah. Er, hello? Oh, uhm. This is rather weird...right! T-This is Newt Scamander. Well, actually, this is a pre recorded message for Newt Scamander. I'm quite busy, so I may have missed you. Do please leave a message and I'll get back to you. Apologies.

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Well— [ There's no use in lying about it, is there? Not that she lies anyway. Newt knows fine well how she's been treated by her peers, she's admitted it to him herself. This... isn't something she knows she can blame on Nargles. This was something actually done by another student, as much as she downplays it.

She exhales slowly, almost shakily, fiddling with her hands for a moment. ] Back in my fourth year — it went missing in the middle of the school year. I never actually got it back.

[ And yet she'd asked Sodder for it, and had been absolutely delighted to receive it — that it would be no longer lost. Only perhaps Sodder had simply gotten her copy to her... as is. She'd asked for her copy, after all.

Newt's quiet 'ah' startles her into movement and she steps towards him to look at what he means, her eyes falling onto the torn and ruined pages of the book. She makes a quiet sound, not quite a sob — more of short whimper. ]

No. [ She's still for a long moment until a look of utter devastation slowly seeps into her face. ] No— no, they—

[ They did. ]

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I see. [It wasn't exactly like he had to ask if he was being honest, but it was better to put it out there that this was something that happened. There was no point in pretending and he hoped that Luna felt comfortable enough to be honest about some of the mistreatment she experienced. Things that he was familiar with himself.

He closes the book, deciding that there was no use in them staring at the ruined book. He imagines that looking at it would bring Luna no comfort and she has already seen the damage done.] I'm sorry, Luna. [It's said so sincerely. She seemed to prize the book quite a bit and with pages missing and everything; there was no real way to repair it. Even with magic.

This wasn't something that could be so easily replaced either.] I would have liked to read what you had written. You are, after all, quite brilliant. [He tries not to focus on the book, or what's left of it, but on Luna instead.]

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[ Luna goes quiet, her lips pursed but expression otherwise frozen for a moment before she swallows thickly and nods. Her face shifts into a more quieter sorrow. She's mortified, more than anything. How could she not have checked it? How could she have thought for one moment that her peers wouldn't destroy something so precious?

A tear or two slip from her eyes and she moves to wipe them with a trembling hand, nodding silently at Newt's words. ]

I'm sorry, too. [ She wrings her hand, nodding again. ] I didn't quite think they'd— stealing is one thing. But, you know—

[ She tries to smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. ]

It was important, you know? Showing you this.

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[Focusing on Luna is a double-edged sword, he's finding. He doesn't want to see the ruins of a well loved book, but he's remembering why he hadn't tried to focus on her too long. Her injured hand had been, well, distracting.

So he finally pulls away from Greg. At the very least, he has dittany. He'll nip that in the bud before he does something stupid.]

I'm glad you showed it to me, Luna. [He offers a twitch of a smile.] I mean- Knowing how much that book, my work, meant to you. Knowing that, uhm, people care about what I've done years later. It gives me hope that there are others. [Because there certainly weren't many during his time.] That kind of passion is something that can't be contained in a book and the importance, your worth and intellect, can not be contained in the margins of one.