This is my second fan fic, and I have taken in the review from my last one and tried to improve! It is all about Luna, apologies if you hate her, but I find her rather interesting. Enjoy the chapter!
Footsteps echoed down an empty hall way, her sneakers creaked and the mud from the outside made slight marks on the floor as she carefully dodged the cracks. Her dress billowed behind her in the passing wind, taking with her strands of sun blonde hair. The air outside was cold, mist steamed up the glass either side of the gothic hallway. Beams creaked above her head, the beams that supported the whole infrastructure of what seemed to be the staircases, enchanting and mesmerising. Birds wailed as they soared high above Hogwarts, swooping and gliding. Luna sighed a deep breath. Starting at a new school was never easy, especially at a school of magic, however, she had her cork from the 3 Broomsticks, so she was sure to have good luck.
A few students skittered along the corridor at high speed, muttering and giggling at Luna's appearance. She wasn't in uniform, because she hadn't got any yet, however, her clothes seemed to have a mind of their own. A burnt orange dress swept down to the ground, just brushing along her sneaker styled shoes, with odd shoe laces; one blue and one yellow. Her once red shoes were now more of a burgundy brown colour, due to the mud and grass stains collected from many glorious years of being worn. Round her neck was an assortment of chains, charms and necklaces; her cork, a few small Knuts strung to a piece of red ribbon, wooden and glass beads hung the lowest, resting against her middle. A breeze rushed down the corridor, and Luna's hair was suddenly brushed of her face and was flying about behind her.
She was no more than 15 ft. down the corridor approaching Dumbledore's office, when McGonagall stepped out on her. She took in a sharp breath of surprise and a slight step back before registering who it was.
"Come with me Luna, we need to get you some uniform." She muttered as she glanced up and down at what she was wearing, and obviously disapproved. Without saying anything, they made their way down the corridor, McGonagall wincing at every squeaky step she took.
"It has come to my mind that your father writes the Quibbler. Is that correct?"
"Yes miss, it is." Her voice was slightly shaky, not sure whether she said the correct thing.
"Before you go home for Christmas, I shall give you my subscription slip and you can hand that to your father. Is that ok with you?"
"Yes miss."
"From now on, please call me and other teachers Professor." They turned a few more sharp corners and then in a blink of an eye, they were there. Luna was measures up and fitted with the standard Ravenclaw uniform.
"You can now head for your dormitory Luna," McGonagall handed her a pile of her clothes, and spare robes. "You shall be able to meet everyone else before it is dinner. Then, you shall make your way down to the main hall."
Please review! And I am especially thanking xLizziexLupinx for reviewing my last story, much appreciated!
