29 January 1995 – Angry

Luna sat in the library, books spread out before her on the table. She was not focusing well. She couldn't quite believe it, but it seemed that she had just had a lesson she did not like. She rested her chin on her hand, frowning.

"Hi, Luna."

"Oh, hello, Ginny," Luna said, smiling as Ginny Weasley sat down with her. "How are you?" Ginny was an uncommonly kind person, even when others weren't; Luna had observed this over the last two years.

"I'm all right, thanks. Everything okay? You looked a little worried," said Ginny.

Luna frowned again, folding her hands beneath her chin and looking seriously at Ginny. "What did you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts today?" she asked.

Ginny blinked. "Er—I don't know. It was all right," she said. "I'm not particularly fond of those curses he was telling us about. I don't really want to learn anything more about the ways my entrails can get expelled," she said with a little laugh.

Luna smiled. "I'm sorry," she said. "I think I meant…well, what do you think of Professor Moody?"

"Oh," Ginny said, a little surprised. "He's all right. I really liked Professor Lupin, you know? He just did everything right, and it was like…he was just normal. What a teacher should be. And Moody, well—he's different, but…I dunno," she finished, looking a little embarrassed.

"I think I know what you mean," Luna said. "There's something a little off about him, don't you think?"

Ginny shrugged. "I've heard he's usually pretty odd. Maybe we're just not used to him."

"Would you ladies like to finish your discussion outside?" snarled Madam Pince angrily. She hunched over the table, glaring between Luna and Ginny.

"We're very sorry, Madam Pince," Luna said honestly, starting to close her books. "We'll just—"

Madam Pince straightened, watching Luna. "That was your warning, Miss Lovegood," she snapped, and she stalked off.

Luna smiled. She would never understand why some people hated Madam Pince. All she needed was kindness and respect for her rules, and she could be very pleasant indeed.

"How do you do that?" Ginny asked in a low voice.

Luna just shrugged and turned back to her work. Before long, though, her thoughts were wandering again. Ever since Harry Potter had been chosen as the fourth Triwizard champion, Luna had had a growing feeling that things were not all quite as they seemed this year at Hogwarts.

She looked at Ginny, who was skimming Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Luna wondered if anyone else in the school was being as foolish as she. She mentally shook herself. There was no reason to dislike Professor Moody. If there was one thing Luna excelled at, it was reaching out to people. Perhaps Professor Moody was aggressive because he desperately wanted the attention of his students.

The irony of this thought was not lost on Luna, come the twenty-fourth of June, and all the rumors surrounding it.

OHMYLORD THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I REMOVE MY SELF-CONTROL FROM UPDATING A STORY.

The title change is temporary, because what could Luna hate? NOTHING. That's the answer. I had a lot of caffeine, I'm sorry.