Hermione, Harry and Ron weaved down the staircase of chattering students, laughing and joking as they went. "Look, it's luna!" Murmured harry. She turned to see the figure of a 14 year old witch, smiling at them wearing a strange necklace of butterbeer corks. Her silver, inquisitive eyes sparkled in the light of the candles. Hermione bit her tongue to stop herself laughing. "Hello! Clear morning isn't it? The clouds seem to be happy" said Luna dreamily. Hah! Loony Lovegood! She'll belive anything, clouds don't have feelings! Thought Hermione. "Uhh, Yeah!" Muttered Ron. Hermione was staring at Luna, and all of a sudden she went blank. Her eyes closed. She drifted away into a soft slumber.