The snow was coming down harder than she had ever seen it before. The large, linty lumps were hitting and sticking to every surface in the courtyard. The small bustles of white were swirling around her in heavy brouhaha. By then she was having trouble seeing due to the lumps of white ice laced into her pale blonde eyelashes. With every blink, more of the white was falling into her silvery grey eyes. Eventually, her face was wet with the melted flakes.
In the mess of the swirling snow, she had not realized that someone else had appeared in the courtyard. "Hello, Loony," said the voice of a snake. "Playing in the snow, are we?" Luna stopped turning and faced away from the voice.
Her robes were half white by the time that she spoke back to the luring voice. "Yes, Draco?" Her soft voice breezed. "Would you like something?"
"Oh, nothing, Loony. I just was wondering what you were doing out here in this kind of weather."
"Nothing, I suppose," she practically whispered. "I assumed such a day should not be wasted inside."
"Oh,"
"I was going to ask you, Draco. I don't suppose you've seen my wand anywhere, have you?"
"Erm… no. No I haven't," He fudged. "What does it look like, again?"
"It's mahogany… with phoenix feather," She put across. "I don't suppose one of your friends has taken it?"
"I don't think so. But I guess I should make sure." He turned and smirked.
"Thank you, Draco." She eventually drifted back into her trance and began twirling with the snow, her hair almost matching the pure white blanket. She was completely oblivious to whatever happened outside of her little world. Her earmuffs blocked the noise. Her brain blocked the sight. Nothing was going to bother her, excluding the fact that she was quite hungry for some pudding.