When Luna heard about what happened to Blaise, she dropped everything that she was doing. No matter how important it had been, something that meant more to her had happened. Once she arrived to St. Mungo's she waited in the waiting room until she was allowed to enter the room they placed him him. Luna watched over him most of the night, keeping his hand in her's - hoping that he would wake up and she wouldn't have to worry so much. The doctor's said that he would be fine, but she didn't trust the opinion of doctors much. She wanted to know for a fact that he was alright and would come out of this practically unharmed.

Even though she tried to fight sleep, she lost the battle. Her head was resting on the side of the mattress that wasn't being used and her fingers were interlaced with his. Occasionally they'd twitch as she slept and she would murmur something in a distorted sleeping voice. Luna's other hand was also on the bed - it started out resting on his stomach, but she had moved it while she was sleeping.

She had been asleep for a few hours now and hardly moved from the position that she was in. Mostly because deep down she knew that if she moved too much Blaise wouldn't be able to rest and for the fact that there wasn't really anywhere for her to since she was sitting on the chair.

There was that distant look on Luna's face as she idly flipped a page from the book in front of her. Every once in a while, when she blinked, she glanced down to see what page she was on. Then her silvery-blue eyes turned to the face they were trying so hard to figure out. The thought of sitting across from him, let alone have him talking to her, had never crossed her mind. Especially when she started working at the Ministry of Magic - she thought he was going to die the first time they ran into each other.

Slightly uncomfortable standing, Luna shifted a little, switching what foot she placed her weight on. Her arms were crossed in front of her body in a defensive manner - not because she feared him, but because she knew that he did not like her around.

I would not call this a friendship but there is something to it.. I am unable to put my finger on it.. I also wonder if he even notices it like I do..

A small smile slid across her face as she thought about the possibility that they could refer to each other as friends.