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"Sometimes people do things like that to me on purpose." Luna comments, out of nowhere. George and I had helped her to Madam Pomfrey, who gave us stern looks before quickly mending Luna's arm. She still recommended Luna staying the night, and I insisted on staying with her after George apologized again and left. We'd been sitting in silence until now.

"Why?"

"Why not? Why not mess with Loony Luna Lovegood?" She says this almost bitterly, which surprises me, as she seems genuinely pure of anger. Instinctively, I put my hand over hers, then pull it back, blushing. "Why did you do that?" She asks curiously.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just...did..." She nods knowingly.

"The Nargles can do that, sometimes." We sit for another minute in the uncomfortable silence, during which I find myself repeatedly staring at her, to find her staring back. Once again, she breaks the silence.

"You and your brother don't look as alike as you could. I don't see how people mistake you for each other." I look at her, surprised.

"How can you tell us apart?"

"Oh, just your facial expressions!" She smiles dreamily. "Who was it meant for, out of curiosity?"

"What?"

"The prank?"

"Oh, any Slytherin would have done. You never did answer what house you were in, but you seem more like a Ravenclaw."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure!" she sings, and I chuckle. "Why do you prank people?" Her eyes seem to see through me, as I answer.

"The world needs something to laugh over."

"Was the prank you did on me funny?"

"Er, no...that was a mistake...usually our pranks are much less damaging...to living creatures, at any rate, the castle has suffered quite a bit from us..." She smiles. She has a nice smile...

"What year are you?" Why did I ask that? It's not like I'd actually ask her out, she's Loony Luna, well not that she's actually at all like I thought, she's really quite nice, and very pretty, but-

"Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't, it just, well-" I stutter on, and finally force myself to meet her eyes during my rambling, and seeing her silver eyes makes me forget what I'm doing. It makes me forget not to kiss her. So I do. Her eyes widen, and I draw back quickly, bright red, and run out of the hospital wing.


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