AN: just a weird idea that didn't seem to fit with the fiction I am currently writing
Luna waved her hand, dismissing the British National Quiditch team, and putting her clothes on. She was very angry. The crumple horned snorelacks hadn't come. She had been sure that Seamus' sources were valid, but apparently it had been another wild snorelack chase.
Even though she had graduated twenty years ago, she still lived with her father. She worshiped the ground he sneezed on and as his most trusted reporter, she had to be on call whenever he needed her. Odidity Lovegood was a good man, a bit of his rocker but a good man none the less. Lately he had begun to scare her though, for he was beginning to act… normal. The golden years of their oh-so-important magazine had long passed with the death of Voldermort, and now financial problems accosted them at every turn.
Their last issue had brought an increase in revenue not seen in many years. Though Luna deluded herself saying it was because of her revolutionary piece on talking cow pies, her father knew it was because of the picture Luna had chosen to show their readers who had written the article. To say it was risqué would be an understatement, for not many writers took a picture while performing a full frontal striptease. Now Mr. Lovegood was faced with the toughest decision in his life. To become destitute and loose everything he had ever known, including probably his daughter, or to become stinking rich while his daughter probably mindlessly did everything he told her to do.
AN: You can tell where this is going, should I continue it?
If yes, the theme would be mainly on Luna's complete lack of knowledge, basically a clueless gopher, but Luna being the one without a clue about her life and surroundings. Probably turning very dark around her while she's still bubbly inside until one day she'd either become Ministress of Magic, or the next Dark Lady. I'm leaning towards Dark Lady, just because of the possibilities.