Baroque : anything extravagantly ornamented, especially something so ornate as to be in bad taste

They were hideous.

Those things hanging from her ears. Radishes. He couldn't contain his laughter as he passed her with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Looney Lovegood!" he roared, holding his stomach as he tried to stop the tears from rolling down his face. "Are… are those… radishes?"

She tilted her head to the side, fingering the offending vegetable gently. "Why… yes. Yes they are!" she said excitedly, as if she just realized what they were and she was particularly happy about the revelation.

This made him laugh even more. "Where… did you get such atrocities?"

"I made them, of course. You can't find this kind of craftsmanship in shops, you know."

He was finally starting to catch his breath, his friends (lackeys/bodyguards/tools) flanking either side. "Why use them as… earrings?"

"Why not?"

He just blinked. "Because radishes are meant for eating."

"Who says?"

"Everyone!"

"Really?" she said in a thoughtful tone. Suddenly she reached out and pulled someone closer. Red hair. Freckles. Hand-me-down robes. Weasly.

"Ginny, do you eat radishes?" Luna asked.

Seemingly unfazed, Ginny replied. "No, not really. Why?"

"You see Draco, not everyone says that you should eat radishes. You really should be more open minded, because if you don't, the Willymort Flandenhopper will burrow into the collar of your robes and start eating your hair when you're not looking!"

Seemingly able to sense Draco's frustration (it wasn't funny anymore, but damn it, it really was), Ginny pulled Luna forward. "Come on Luna, we have double potions together."

"Ah, yes, we should be going." Luna turned those pearlescent eyes to Draco for the briefest moment (he swore he didn't shiver) and gave him a small smile. "Watch out for the Willymort Flandenhoppers Draco! And if you happen to get infected, I can make you a thimble charm, they hate thimbles!"

At that point Ginny was dragging Luna down the stairs and Draco was relieved to be out of her presence. She was the only student in the school that he had a hard time teasing, because she never seemed to really care what he said. At least her fashion sense indicated as such.

She was so hideously out of style. Perhaps if someone were to brush her hair and get rid of some of those ridiculous pieces of jewelry…

But he didn't know why he was thinking of Looney Lovegood when he had a class of his own to attend. "Crabbe, Goyle. Lets go." And like good friends (lackeys) they followed.

Despite his best efforts, during care of magical creatures he could only think of Willymort Flanderhoppers in the collar of his robes and how radishes weren't necessarily meant for eating.