A Day in the Life of Luna Loony Lovegood

The long corridor was a bustle with students, so quietly Luna lovegood slipped around a corner to the empty, or at least what she thought was empty, charms corridor. Finding a dusty windowsill, she climbed atop it and tried to fall once again back into her book. It was impossible. Luna frowned through her long curtain of hair, distracted for a moment and wondered at its silky shine, until a voice snapped her from her pondering. So much for peace.
"What is it Longbottom, forgotten which way's up?" a jeering voice mocked.
Glancing towards the other end of the hall her frown only deepened, it was that Gryffindor, the clumsy one, ooh if only she could remember the name. With a groan he rolled onto his back and she caught sight of the small trail of blood that had trickled from his nose.

Shrugging she looked back to her book, it was entitled The Mysteries of the Storlorks and she had been reading it all morning only to find herself still at the seventh chapter. Her brain was pounding out of her head, no point even continuing really. Sighing she shut the musty pages and put the book on the dusty windowsill beside her as a shadow stepped in front of her.
Gazing up, her eyes met with cold ice. "Well if is loony lovegood, found the loonybin yet, eh?" Draco Malfoy smirked down at her, his friend, the dreadlocked one, twisted his own lips into a condescending smile.

Nonchalantly she stared unblinkingly up at him, God he is rather tall she mused.
The smirk faltered slightly, "Oi! Loony? Awake in there?"
"You're Aura has attracted Eilyns, they do tend to flock to a bad odour though," she muttered at him slightly, masking her face with an empty blankness.
"God, you're round the twist Lovegood, call yourself a Ravenclaw," unfeelingly he looked at her in disgust before stalking off.
Zabini, well she wasn't sure, names really weren't her forte, grinned, "you no, I don't mind blondes."
"Really that's quite nice, I suppose Draco is quite good looking," smiling at him thoughtfully.
Blaise Zabini's face was thunderstruck as he swept around and stalked off muttering about, "Stupid, loony bitches."
The silent Slytherins who had been at his side, chuckled before chasing off after him with a similar silent glee.

Resting her gaze at the crumpled heap on the floor she twisted her face for a moment, then she gasped in recognition.
"Neville Longbottom!" her eyes flickered and she smiled a wide smile, that was his name.
"Huh?" came a whimper, the huddle from the floor looked up.
"Hmm?" she jerked and stared at him, blinking herself to life again, she really had to stop daydreaming.
Glancing at her oddly he hauled himself to his feet and clutched his side wincing.
"Oh, you're hurt, I forgot," reaching for her wand his eyes widened in alarm.
"Err I think Ill jus go to the hospital wing," he mumbled fearfully, stumbling away from her.
Unperturbed Luna continued, "Oh no need I'll mend you in a minute," reaching for his arm she lifted her wand to his side.
"No! Honestly! There's no need!" before he could protest any longer she muttered a charm.
A warm glow settled at his side and then dissolved away into the fabric of his t-shirt.
"There, the bruises are gone but I'm afraid I can't do anything for your nose, I'm not that good," she tilted her head in apology.
Wiping the blood from his nose he smiled at her nervously, "thanks, uh, Luna. I never knew you heal, really never pitched you as the type. I uh didn't mean it like that! I'm sure you'd be a brilliant healer! I just you're a bit... you know... I don't think my nose is broken, bit sore but ummm...thanks anyway."
"Good!" beaming, not even noticing his blush, she turned and floated down the corridor, her light, silky hair shone brightly in the sun that filtered in through the windows and a bashful Neville Longbottom stood rooted, looking on with a newly found admiration.