It was a chilly spring morning, with the sun still below the horizon. Luna Lovegood was softly singing while sitting upon a branch. She was located in the courtyard between the Ravenclaw dormitory and the path to the dungeons, and she was quite sure that no one was going to be up for some time.

"As I walked by myself,

And talked to myself,

Myself said unto me:

"Look to thyself,

Take care of thyself,

For nobody cares for thee."

I answered myself,

And said to myself

In the selfsame repartee:

"Look to thyself,

Or not look to thyself,

The selfsame thing will be."

She gave the words an unrecognizable tune, rising and falling as if her voice were at sea, and letting the melody float along and across the battlements of the yard. She continued her song, not noticing anything until she heard a clear voice telling her to shut it. It broke through her thoughts, causing her to lose balance from the branch and tumble to the ground, falling on top of a young boy whom she had seen sneaking around before. With eyes wide as an owl's, she asked, "Who are you?" in a long exaggerated manner. She fancied herself the brightly colored caterpillar of a muggle moving picture, one that she had seen long ago.

The blond boy pushed her off and stood, then huffed, "I am Draco Malfoy." Seeing as how Luna did not blink in recognition, he thought her perhaps a little slow. He repeated himself. She still did not blink.

Draco wondered if she was mad, for her aliceband had come undone, dragging with it pieces of her long yellow hair, and she looked quite ridiculous with the radish earrings she was sporting. He was then surprised when she replied "keep your temper". Draco, immediately offended, sneered and stomped off to the dungeons.

Luna felt queer, and imagined that she must have remembered her lines incorrectly, for she was sure that otherwise the boy would have understood what she said. She remained on the stone floor, somewhat stunned looking, until she noticed a shiny object and reached to pick it up. She was delighted to find yet another butterbeer cap, and resolved to add it to her growing necklace. She pocketed it for safekeeping, stood up, and walked to her dormitory, humming the same seesaw melody.

Draco Malfoy was annoyed. He could not understand his encounter with the damned owl girl, nor could he get her stupid song out of his head. And even the girl herself, with her damned scraggly hair and protuberent eyes had not seemed like a pureblood, there was no pureblood that simple minded. Therefore, he decided, she must have been a mudblood, and it was going to take weeks to scrub her dirty blood off. Still, it would've been better if he had gotten a name out of her, or at least a house, so that he could take points away. But of course she had been dressed in simply a jumper and shorts, and neither was in any sort of incriminating colour. Draco decided that he would have to give up on the girl, at least until he saw her again. A meeting, he hoped, would not happen soon.