As Luna walked down the hallway of the Hogwarts Express, precisely twenty-six compartment doors slid shut. A few of them were slammed together, making a tremendous racket that might even have been able to keep the Nargles at bay briefly. A few of them squeaked as they closed. A few of them were returned to their original positions slowly, as if the pusher was afraid of something. Finally, she spotted an empty train compartment whose doors had yet to be shut. She sat herself down, pulled out the latest edition of The Quibbler from her bag, and opened it.