Clear. All the corridors were clear. That was her cue. She was finally able to go. But first, she needed her special glasses, which she did not take while visiting the ladies' lavatories. Luna went all the way to the fifth floor, where the Ravenclaw tower stood. The door that demanded an answer to its riddles stood right before her eyes.
"Which came first, the Phoenix or the flames?" came the question.
"A circle has no beginning," Luna whispered confidently and as a result, the knobless door in front of her opened a few inches.
Without any further hesitation, Lovegood entered the room and started searching for her glasses. Hopefully, she would find them in there in no time at all. In a matter of seconds, she was already wearing them and was walking around the corridors again. Luna had no specific destination, in fact, she was just wandering around, hoping that she would find even one clue proving that something was going on, indeed.
Right when she was about to take a turn, she heard voices coming from the infirmary. Carefully enough, Luna tiptoed to the room's door and tried to eavesdrop. Eavesdropping was not something the young Lovegood did on a regular basis, but it was something inevitable in cases like this.
"Oh, what have you done, Poppy..." she heard a woman cry.
Then, there was silence. The girl held her breath as she got scared at the idea of Poppy and the other woman hearing her. If they did, trouble she would find.
"Look, my lady, I honestly don't -" Madame Pomfrey began but was soon cut by the Supreme's shaky voice.
"They hate me. They hate me, madame, and they want me out of their league. They want me dead, so the Supreme's powers go to the next one... I did not deserve to be saved..." Fiona's teary eyes landed on the door.
Madame Pomfrey followed her gaze and then asked: " What is it, honey?"
"Do... do you feel that?"
"Feel what, Mrs. Goode?"
"The presence of a person... Is there a person behind that door? " the delicate witch did not hesitate to try using her powers to open the door. She didn't do much, as she was weak from the suicide incident, but she managed to open it in a way she could see.
"Maybe the person was just passing by?" Madame Pomfrey suggested not believing Fiona a hundred percent.
"I don't know, I just felt like it, but maybe it's because I'm tired..." Fiona huffed as she let Poppy fix the pillows and the sheets.
"Well, I guess it's time for you to rest. Here, have some snacks and chocolate and then go to sleep. I'll be to the room right next to this one of you need anything." She said and having nothing else to say, she gave Fiona a tray full of snacks and after giving her a light bow, she left.
Fiona glanced down at the tray; there was quite a big variety of snacks in the platter. She looked at the perfectly triangular sandwich slices, the chunks of spicy chicken drumsticks, the small pile of steamed rice, the glass of orange juice and the bar of chocolate and smiled. She rarely enjoyed dinners like that back at the Coven, especially the last days.
"Everything is at your liking, isn't it?" Said Luna with the sweet voice of hers.
Fiona's glance darted from the platter to the blonde girl. She seemed confused and surprised, not only by the fact a girl was actually visiting her but by the fact she seemed like she was from another world. And the taste she had in fashion was helping with that really well.
"I'm Luna Lovegood! Welcome to Hogwarts!" Luna extended her pale hand towards Fiona for her to shake.
"Fiona... Fiona Goode..." the woman hesitantly took the hand and shared a handshake with the girl.
"Did those hurt?" Fiona seemed shocked after that question and automatically glanced the fresh cuts on her extended wrist.
"Don't worry, I'll help..." Luna gracefully reached for her wand she had shoved into her robes' pocket. She gently twisted Fiona's arm so that her cuts were more obvious and then pointed her wand's end to her arm. "Episcey!" She passionately stated and a soft pastel pink light escaped her wand.
The wounds were healed within a couple of minutes and Fiona's hand was not hurting anymore.
"That part will stay secret Fiona... I won't tell anyone... See you tomorrow, I suppose..." Luna exclaimed and did not dare to stay any longer. Anyone could come checking on Fiona and she did not want to make any foolish moves.
Besides, she had to rest; tomorrow was a big day and she had to be ready for it.
Fiona, on the other hand, kept blinking and blinking. Her wrist was healed by a young witch that actually used a wand and a spell instead of her mind. Oh, the things she had to learn about this kind of witches. The true question was, though, was she ready to accept them and become a member of their family?
