Chapter 2: Breakfast
I was lying on my bed, reading a book while chewing on an apple. It was about an actress, and her struggles to Wizarding stardom. It totally reminded me of me, and though it's a great book, I fell asleep soon after. I woke up suddenly and started. It was really early in the day, so I went down to the Common Room.
I was sitting in a comfortable blue armchair, by the roaring fire. It was crackling merrily, and I almost fell asleep, as I was getting drowsy. I summoned a few house elves, and they served me a warm cup of Cocoa. I waited until breakfast started, and went down. I sat, waiting, at the Slytherin table.
I was wearing my best black t-Shirt, under an emerald vest, with my black robes over it, flung open. I wanted to look as much like his House as I could, to show a statement. I wore green-and-black stilettos with black pants. I did my hair in Blake Lively style curls, and I thought I looked good.
Samantha got there first, and exclaimed, "Wow! You look great."
"Thanks, Sam. You, too." I said, admiring her turquoise cardigan.
"So, ready to be in the group?" asked Sam, helping herself to kippers.
"Only if you guys vote me in." I said, fishing some porridge into a bowl.
"Relax, get some OJ."
"OJ?" I asked.
"Americans abbreviate OJ from orange juice. I read it in a magazine." Sam began, when Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe walked up.
"Morning, ladies." Said Malfoy.
"Hi, Draco." Both Sam and I said.
"So, ready for your trial, Luna?" asked Draco.
"Um, yeah. Of course, Draco, yeah I'm ready." Luna murmured.
"Great! You're first test: what food do I always ea for breakfast? And please serve me that food." Draco said. I knew something that easy; I was a pro when it came to Draco.
"Kippers with fresh pumpkin juice and chips (French fries.)" I replied immediately.
"You're skilled, Loony- I mean, Luna. How did you-" Draco began.
"I'm like a Boy Scout. I'm always prepared." I shrugged.
"A what? Never mind." Said Crabbe.
We all looked at him, dumbfounded he actually spoke for once.
"Anyway," drawled Malfoy. "You're next task is to turn Goyle into a pink rabbit. I don't want someone in the group who can't duel, if need be."
"Alright, when do you want me to change him?" I asked, while Goyle looked scared, and we all wondered if he understood.
"Anyway, Lovegood, we're all going back to our Common Room."
"You've barely eaten!" I protested. I didn't want my Draco to get sick!
"I'm fine! Anyway, we'll all go up there. Crabbe!" Draco summoned.
"Go up to our filthy Headmaster and talk to him about switching Luna into our house."
"Oh, Crabbe," I said, in my most Luna-like voice, "If he wonders, the Sorting Hat sorted me into both of the houses, and I was to pick."
We all sat in the Slytherin Common Room, eating Treacle Tart and laughing about mountains of jokes.
"And then he said, 'No, Witch Weekly!'" As Samantha finished the joke, we all guffawed. We were like this when Crabbe ran into the room.
"Luna, Professor Dumbledore says that you may switch, but only if you're positive, as there's no switching back. I'm going to my dormitory if you need me, though; as I'm absolutely tired and quite need a rest." And with the, Vincent Crabbe walked away. Then Goyle started grunting and using hand symbols, and we finally figured out he was taking a nap, too.
Then Samantha said she needed to work in private on her Transfiguration, as if she got behind, her mum wouldn't take her shopping over Christmas. So Draco and I were alone.
"Draco, why did you pick me to be in your group?" I asked. Maybe this wasn't time, but it felt like it was.
"Well Luna, I'm not as mean as everyone says. I really am not. I don't thinkā¦" he went of for a moment, and then, "Anyway, you were special. You were different, in a good way. And you know why?" He asked.
"Why?" I responded with a question.
A/N: I left you dangling there! HA!
