Disclaimer: im in ur fanfickshins, pwning ur harry potters loljk
A/N: In case the summary was just a tad too obscure, I must inform you that this story is basically a long string of Luna drabbles that will span her entire life. I've been hoarding a few for ages and I've just gotten around to posting them up. Just to remind you, I don't update very quickly. :P Also, I may up the rating as the drabbles progress (if they do progress!). Just a warning.
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She didn't pack much with her, just her most important effects-her favorite issues of The Quibbler, a spyglass that used to belong to her mother, her lucky socks. She kissed her father on the cheek and got on board the train, wondering where the Wrackspurts her father had warned her about could possibly hide in such a hustling, bustling place.
Everyone eyed her as she dreamily passed each compartment. She set off a chain reaction of giggles, catcalls, and whispers but her large pale eyes were not focused on their mocking faces. She wasn't even on their plane of existence.
She stuck her head in one of the compartments. "Any room in here?" she asked vaguely, her mind still off someplace faraway.
A freckled girl with flaming hair sitting in the corner flashed her a smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but the girl next to her beat her to it. "No. Go away," she ordered, whipping her braids about with a toss of the head. Luna shrugged and retreated into a compartment near the back where she sat quietly, trying to convince herself that the gum wrappers on the seat across from her were far better company.
