I do not own Harry Potter.
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"Hello professor!"
Armando smiled.
"Hello Luna! And I told you there is no need for you to call me professor. I have never was and had never been your professor."
"I know,but what should I call you then?"the girl asked looking at him.
"My name is Armando Dipper"he replied observing her. She was barefoot. In October.
"I know who you are. But should I call you by your given name?"
"Of course! Now please tell me why are you barefoot in the middle of Autumn"
Luna looked away.
"Nargles,"she murmured.
"Nargles?"he repeated in wonder.
"There haven't been Nargles at Hogwarts since before I was headmaster. So there is no way that they could have taken your shoes. And socks"
"What?"
Armando isn't surprised by her reaction, he had heard how they called her. He had heard while he was visiting one of the paintings near the Ravenclaw Tower, when he had told Albus...he had been furious.
Armando had offered to investigate and Albus had agreed. But somehow the girl had crawled under his skin and now the former headmaster saw her as a friend.
"Why do you care?"she asked him, eyes wide.
"Because,"he said voicing his earlier thoughts"I am your friend. Of course I care"