Luna sat up in bed, hissing at the light streaming in through the tower window. "Good morning, Luna," one of the few people who were nice to her said. "Crucio," she muttered. It didn't accomplish its intended task, but it did make the girl run away in fear. That was good enough. She got out of bed.
Several minutes later, she found herself sitting in the great hall, reading the Daily Prophet in silence. "Wow, look," a passing Slytherin said, "Not only is Loony reading something other than that Quibbler trash, but she thinks she can sit at our table too."
Luna waved her wand dismissively and the boy fell to the ground, screaming in agony. McGonagall rushed to the scene. "What on earth happened?" Luna glanced unconcernedly at her victim. "He was annoying me," she replied.
McGonagall sputtered something, blinked, rubbed her glasses clean, and peered at Luna in concern.
"I can't believe I'm saying
this, but I'm going to have to give you detention, Ms. Lovegood."
Umbridge strode up importantly, "That won't be necessary,
Minerva, dear, I will supervise her detention." Umbridge smiled
sweetly, "I think a few lines should teach her not to attack
members of my Inquisitorial Squad." "Not likely," Luna replied.
"Excuse me," Umbridge said.
"Pathetic Ministry scum, you're just as incompetent as Fudge." Umbridge stared at her in horror.
Luna continued, "Don't worry, the Dark Lord will take care of that."
Umbridge's eyes narrowed, "A week will be added to your punishment, Ms. Lovegood. For spreading lies." She stormed off.
McGonagall stood, partly in shock and partly in amusement.
"May I inquire as to why you are not at the Ravenclaw table?" she asked.
Luna shrugged, "Slytherin just felt…more like home this morning."