"What the hell are you looking at, Luna loony-bin?"
I was going to answer (one filled to the brim with butterflies and thestrals) that I been staring at the many winged creatures, most of them filled with darkness that loved this young boy, flying around his head.
But like the many times before, one Harry James Potter (at one point was both friend and teacher) stepped in to fight my battles, the battles I could care less if they took place or not.
"Shut up, Malfoy, why don't you crawl in a hole and die?"
At some point I should have started to think (rather then counting the radishes and carrots on my earrings) that these many gestures were far from friendship, and were staring to show something much more.
(but if I had figured it out and told others they would only think I'm loony but of course)
"Why thank you Harry, that was rather kind of you."
Besides his eyes are on another (someone with ginger head to toe), and so are mine (on a frog lover), so in the end it wouldn't work out and will never come to be.
(at least we still have the thestrals)
"Welcome Luna, but you really need to tell them the same (and stop all of that day dreaming) and maybe they'll leave you alone."
"I'll try, Harry, I will. But I'd rather not tell them to crawl in a hole and die. What if they took me seriously?"