"I love you."
Without warning a rather hyper Luna Lovegood decided that today was the day she was going to fall in love with me and that hugging me was just the right thing to do.
(I got a good whack from those radish earrings of hers as she got her two second hug)
"Must you be such a freak all the time?"
The whole trying not to be such a bully in my last year at this horrible school flew out the window thanks to her out bursts of love and god awful clothes.
"Why yes, if being a freak is being myself then I guess I do. Must you be so evil all the time?"
Even though I called her a freak nine times a day, and yet she still hugs me whenever she can, that large smile of hers was still always in place.
(and those eyes of hers still continue staring into space)
"It's a requirement in my family, and so far I've made them quite proud."
Saying it all out loud made it sound even more ridiculous then it was, and I was starting to fear that maybe Luna was finally making some sense.
(and pigs would come flying out of my ass)
"Being a prat makes them proud, your family is even more strange then my own."
"Luna, if their anything like you I highly doubt that."