As Luna walked into the Great Hall one Saturday morning, nothing seemed unusual to her. She was just walking towards the Ravenclaw table, when she heard someone call her from across the Hall. They weren't calling her name, but they were calling a name Luna had grown to respond to.
"Hey, Loony!" called Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin table. "I heard you're doing the commentary for the Quidditch match later! Just to remind you, it's Quidditch, not Fictional-Creature Hour on the Wizarding Wireless Network, okay?" Laughter broke out all over the Hall. Luna rolled her eyes, and just sat down, ignoring all the students' laughter.
"Just ignore them, Luna." said Collin Creevey, as he passed the Ravenclaws on his way to the Gryffindor table. "They're just a pack of idiots, Malfoy and his little gang."
"Thanks, Collin." said Luna. Collin shrugged his shoulders, and headed off. Luna looked at the food on the table, but nothing appealed to her. Then, she spotted the pudding. It was pretty unusual for the House-Elves to make pudding for breakfast, but Luna wasn't complaining. She helped herself to some, without even bothering with the proper breakfast food first.
"Hey, Luna," said Harry, as he walked past.
"Oh, hi, Harry." said Luna.
"Good luck with the commentary later." Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry." replied Luna.
"Well, see you later, then." said Harry, as he continued on his way. When Luna had finished her breakfast or pudding or whatever it was, she headed down towards the Quidditch pitch. Professor McGonagall was there already, waiting for her in the commentator's stand.
"Ah, there you are, Miss Lovegood," said McGonagall.
"Good morning, Professor." replied Luna.
"Now, I'd like to remind you, please do not stray too far off topic during your commentary," said McGonagall. Draco Malfoy's words rang painfully through Luna's mind.
"Yes, Professor." said Luna dispiritedly.
"And cheer up, nobody likes a gloomy commentator!" said McGonagall. Luna smiled a little, and sat down, ready for the match. Students soon began to file into the stadium, and before long, it was full, and the teams were coming out.
"And here come the teams!" said Luna into her microphone, over the cheering of the students. "For Gryffindor, we've got Johnson, Potter, the Weasley twins, Wood, Spinnet and Bell, and for Slytherin, we've got Flint, Montague, Warrington, Derrick, Bole, Higgs and Malfoy." she said, trying not to put any emotion whatsoever into the last word. "This year, due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament taking place, there is no Quidditch Cup. However, the teachers organised one game, the old rivals, Gryffindor and Slytherin, mostly so that Hogwarts' youngest students can experience a match in their first year here." McGonagall looked up at Luna quite disbelievingly, and nodded in encouragement. "Um, Gryffindor in possesion of the Quaffle, Johnson passes it to ..., Fred or George Weasley hitting a Bludger there, narrowly missing Slytherin Seeker, Draco Malfoy. Johnson's got the Quaffle again, racing towards the goals. Slytherin Beater, Montague, hits a Bludger there, I expect it was aimed at Harry Potter, but it missed him by quite a bit. Johnson heading for the hoops, and... Gryffindor scores! That's the score, ten-zero to Gryffindor.
An hour later...
"Nice commentary, Luna," said Harry, after the match.
"Thank you, Harry." said Luna. Harry headed off to the changing rooms. Luna was sitting alone in the stands.
"Oi, Loony." said an all-too-familiar voice. "Nice commentary. Though, lacking your usual, how do I put this...? Loony-ness, let's say.." Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Parkinson, who were standing behind Malfoy, began to laugh.
"Well, I did my best, what more can I do?" said Luna politely, not showing how hurt she was.
"Very wise answer," sniggered Malfoy. "I can see you're used to having to use them." Malfoy's little gang laughed harder.
"C'mon, Draco, don't waste your time with weirdos like Loony," said Pansy Parkinson.
"Yeah, good point." said Draco, as he turned, and left with the other Slytherins. Luna watched them go, tears prickling in her eyes. Although she never let it show, it hurt when people made fun of her, usually for being different. And nobody was better at it than Draco Malfoy.