I am Luna Lovegood and I am riding on the Hogwarts Express for the fourth time. So far I am the only one in my compartment, but I think that will soon change. The train fills up fast around here. I am trying to pass the time reading an issue of the Quibbler which my father is an editor. Some people might think that I am weird when they see me reading this magazine especially since I am reading this particular issue upside down. They also might think I am weird because of the way I dress. I don't really care. Sure there are times that I want to put my wand in my pocket so that I would be like everyone else, but that would insult the memory of my dead mum.
I look up from my magazine briefly when my best friend Ginny Weasley entered the room with her friends including Neville Longbottom. I pretended not to notice. I don't know why I did that. I guess I'm just shy. Ginny asked if it was okay if she and her friends joined me and all I could do was nod my head. Sometimes I feel so stupid. My attention immediately wondered to a boy with messy black hair and green eyes. I couldn't help but stare at the scar on his forehead. Why not? Everyone else does.
"You're Harry Potter!" I cried out.
"I know who I am," Harry snorted, getting a laugh out of Neville.
"I don't know who you are," I told Neville. That was a lie. I don't really know why I said that. I'm just shy, remember?
"I'm nobody," Neville sheepishly stated.
I wanted to tell him that everybody was somebody. I was even about to open my mouth, but Ginny beat me to it. She briefly told Neville off and introduced us. I saw that Neville had a plant with him. Herbology is not my strongest subject so I don't know what it is. I know that Professor Sprout is going to suggest that I take on a tutor this year. Perhaps that will give me a chance to know Neville better. However, I briefly considered forgetting that option when he had the nerve to poke his plant. It's a good thing I was reading my issue of the Quibbler since it kept most of the slime off of my face.
After Ginny cleaned us all off, I noticed Harry taking a strong interest in my magazine. He asked if he could see it so I obliged. I didn't want to take the chance of offending a potential new friend after all. I couldn't help but notice that Harry was taking an interest in some guy named Sirius Black. Wait a minute! Wasn't he the guy that broke into Hogwarts in my second year and why would anyone think he was a rock star? Furthermore, why is Harry so interested in reading about a criminal.
Harry read my magazine until Hermione insulted the Quibbler. I could not handle that. My father is the editor. I don't mind it so much when people insult me anymore, but it always makes me mad when people insult my father. We are very close because we have to be. I grabbed my magazine back from Harry and pretended to ignore everybody including Ginny. I know she had nothing to do with it, but I couldn't help it.
I gave everyone the cold shoulder until Draco Malfoy came in. That pale face git is truly my least favorite person. It gave me great pleasure when he was turned into a ferret last year. Draco is giving me the usual treatment, but I swear that he is not going to make me cry again.