"What's the matter?" Ophelia asked. She and Draco were sitting in the back of the limousine. She was fidgeting with a small sheet of parchment while he tugged at his tie and collar.

"This collar's too tight," he responded, giving up on the collar and picking up that morning's copy of the Daily Profit.

"Oh, I guess you're only used to wearing mesh shirts where you come from," she said with a sneer, looking at him only long enough to rub in the dig.

"More SAT vocabulary builders?" he asked, gesturing to her parchment.

"For your information," she said superiorly, "this happens to be my orientation speech."

"Who are you orienting?" he asked mockingly, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.

"Please," she said calmly, "be more stupid. I am the student body president. Wiz League schools eat this extracurricular crap up for supper. You do know what a Wiz League school is?" she asked sarcastically as she slid on her Christophe Dalfine sunglasses.

They drove for twenty minutes before they pulled into the parking lot of their secluded and exclusive school.

""Stop!" Ophelia yelled to the driver when they reached the front door. "Gordon Anderson, looking good!" she said aloud. Draco moved to get out, but was stopped by Ophelia's oddly powerful right arm. "Do me a favor. Pretend you don't know me."

She patted his shoulder and climbed over him, out of the limo. Draco rolled his eyes and got out after her.

Draco paced the lobby of the headmaster's office, waiting for his meeting. He examined the knickknacks that littered the shelves that acted as a divider, separating the headmaster and deputy headmaster's offices. Through the shelves he could see an attractive girl, probably a fifth year, sitting in the corner. She was reading from a long sheet of parchment diligently, her long, pale blond hair pulled over one shoulder. She looked up occasionally to see Draco pacing, not really caring, but uncomfortable that their eyes kept meeting.

Merlin," he said quietly, but confidently, "you're beautiful." He continued investigating the busts of famous wizards and globes that marked out all the strictly magical countries that average globes excluded.

She stared at him blankly, then realized that he was talking to her. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I said you were beautiful," he repeated, stopping his trek to look at her while he talked.

"Thank you," she muttered, blushing slightly. She looked back to her paper.

Draco began to wander around the lobby again. He pulled an ancient-looking book off the shelf and read the first few sentences.

"Excuse me," she said, somewhat confused as to why he was talking to her, "but what did you mean by that remark?"

"What remark?" he asked casually, setting the book down on a different shelf than the one on which he found it.

"That…that I'm beautiful," she stuttered, nervously clutching her pearl necklace.

"Well, aren't you?" Draco came back with a smirk.

"Well, yeah…I mean, no, no, but..." she tripped over her words. "Never mind." She turned back to her parchment, then thought better of it. "You're very strange," she said.

"I know," Draco said with a smile.

"Are you here to see the headmaster?" she asked, attempting to smoothly change the subject.

"Yeah," he replied. "I heard he's a total joke."

"I wouldn't know," she said, returning to her book.

"The headmaster will see you now," announced a short woman with mousy brown hair and too much lipstick.

"I must say that in all my years in education I have never seen a file quite like this," Headmaster Xenophilius Lovegood told Draco, file in hand. "O GPA, president of several clubs, all-star Quidditch playing for your county, as well as several glowing letters from your teachers...including your former principal."

Draco grinned. "We were very close, he and I, sir."

"Yes, it's most impressive," the headmaster continued.

"Thank you."

"Perhaps a little too impressive," he suggested.

"Thank you," Draco repeated.

That aside, I'm sure an enterprising young man like yourself would be a welcome addition here at Hogwarts." Professor Lovegood stood with a smile, holding out a hand for Draco to shake.

"Thank you, sir," he said once more.

A quiet knock caused both of them to turn toward the door.

"Come in," the headmaster called out. Draco was surprised to see the girl from the lobby enter in the middle of his meeting.

She smiled, then said, "You had a few grammatical errors, but nothing reprehensible."

"Thank you, honey," Lovegood said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. Draco stared with his brows furrowed. He was both confused and disgusted by the display of affection. "Draco, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Luna. You're both in the same class."

Draco's face fell. He could not believe that he told the headmaster's daughter that he thought her father was a joke.

"You look familiar," she said knowingly. "Have we met?"

"No, I don't think so," he answered uncomfortably.

"Are you sure?" she asked with a smirk.

"Must've been someone else," he said quickly. "Well, I'd better get going. It was very nice meeting you, sir. Ma'am."

"Good luck, Draco," the headmaster said, waving as Draco headed for the door.

"Thank you, sir," Draco said, hurrying out as quickly as he could.

"Seems like a nice kid, don't you think?" Xenophilius asked his daughter, wrapping her in a one armed hug.

" We'll see," Luna replied, hugging him back.