The fury inside Sam was kind of fury that felt ancient. Buried inside him for years. If such a thing as reincarnation existed, this fury would have been with him whether he was an eagle or a rose bud. He was angry with everything and nothing at the same time. Running, he tried to locate an exit from the building. It was only after having passed the same portrait for ten minutes straight he came to terms with there not being an exist until Gabriel wanted there to be an exit. Maybe escape wasn't the answer. The only option was to work from the inside. Suddenly, he heard a snicker. Fists instantly curled and hoisted, Sam spins around slowly on the spot awaiting the mocking angel's appearance.

"This is the fool who's representing Hogwarts at the Triwizard Tournament?" Unwillingly, Sam let out a yelp as he turned to see that it was an old man in one of the portraits who had spoken. There were two old men with crumbling appearances but grand robes sitting at a dinner table. However they weren't "still life" at all, they were moving. One was passing the gravy to the one who had spoken. It was the other one who had snickered because they snickered again at Sam's alarm. He'd seen demons, angels, wendigo, but the idea of a talking painting dumbfounded him. Talking pictures only happened in the low budget horror films he would rent and watch as a joke with Dea-

Afraid that if he even thought of his brother, his anger, bitterness and misery would manifest into a being larger than him.

"He's rather stupid for a Ravenclaw isn't he?" It was the one who had called him a fool earlier. Sam would have retorted but then he tried to see the situation from another person's point of view. He would be arguing with a painting. Dean would have-

There you go with Dean again. Stop thinking about what he would have done if he was here because he clearly isn't. Stop it Sammy. Stop it.

He stopped. He stopped because now the voice in his head sounded almost too exactly like Dean.

Sammy!

A roar unfurled from his lungs and bolted from his lips. Kicking at the wall, he placed his hands on his head and started to breathe heavily through his nose. Nausea threatened to wash over him and he felt himself starting to stumble. That last cry in his head wasn't his own thoughts it sounded like-

Me! Sammy it's me. It's D-

"NO!" Sam screamed. The men in the painting laughed at him. Their chuckled swirled around in the atmosphere to the point where it felt as though the whole world was getting cheap entertainment out of his breakdown.

"Don't be so rude," The quaint voice came from behind him. The voice had a soft and feminine tone that didn't startle him. Looking behind him, he saw a girl with long wispy blonde hair that clearly had not been kempt properly. She was wearing the Hogwarts school uniform and her badge was blue too. He took note of her peculiar, radish earrings and her lips seemed to have been painted a violet colour. Her figure was petite and Sam felt even more of a giant now than he had in the interview room. Her eyes were directly fixated on the painting.

"Luna! How are you m'dear?" asked the man in the painting who had insulted him.

"I would feel much better if you didn't go around insulting students, Professor Inredere, it's not very nice you know." Inredere meant ridicule in Latin. Sam could not help but smile at the bitter irony. Luna looked at him and also smiled. The men in the painting said no more and continued about their business of having dinner.

"Let's walk," she said cheerily but she did more of a clumsy skip rather than a walk. Sam had to make his strides a little longer to keep up. As soon as Luna had come, the calamity dispersed. Despite knowing little to nothing about her, Sam felt serene. The two were silent as the 'walked' through the halls but it was a silence to be embraced. This silence was welcomed and welcoming. No voices in his head, no need to listen to others, just a period of no sound that allowed Sam to be content. This type of silence rarely came around. Occasionally, Luna- who was a few steps ahead of him- would turn around and give him a gleaming smile. He'd return it happily. Like the wave of an ocean, she had washed away his previous anger or at least kept it at shore.

"So do all the paintings here talk?" Sam called out after a while. He wanted to talk to her.

She paused mid skip, turned to look at him and tilted her head looking confused but amused. "You're a funny one Sam Winchester. It's like you've been here all your life but you're a new born baby at the same time."

She had noticed that Sam wasn't quite fitting in unlike the others. Even his so called best friend had failed to recognised his jittery and peculiar behaviour.

"I knew you were a funny character even since our first lesson in Potions together back in our first year. Do you remember?"

"Yeah sure," he replied without heart.

"No you don't. That didn't happen, you see. I made it up to see what you would say."

Instantly he felt guilty. "I'm sorry Luna, I-"

"There's no need to say you're sorry. Especially when you're not," There was no trace of annoyance or her being offended in her tone at all. If anything, she seemed even more amused.

"I am sorry, that's the thing."

"Okay,"

At that point the two of them were just standing in the middle of the corridor. The walk seemed never-ending.

"Where um exactly are we going?"

"The Great Hall, everyone's having dinner right about now. I usually sit with the Gryffindors but I think I'll sit with you and the rest of our house. If that's okay?"

Sam couldn't get over how much her voice resembled that of how he presumed a fairy or a pixie would sound like if he were to make acquaintance with one.

"Sure. I just didn't realise it was evening already…" Time was slipping fast and Sam wasn't sure how much of it was actually left. What if he was to spend the eternity here? He shook his head vigorously as if that would dispel such thoughts. Luna giggled at him which made him giggle too.

"Well in some places it's morning now and in other places it's afternoon,"

Sam just laughed again as he had no other intelligent response to that. She took his hand gently and next the two of them were lightly running through the corridors, through every twist and turn, ever staircase until they reached the Great Hall. Suddenly, an unpleasant feeling hit him. This was where he had been chosen to enter the Triwizard Tournament and just as he predicted, every face turned to him and Luna as they came in. The grandness of the place only added to the intimidation. He could just about hear their thoughts.

Oh look it's Sam Winchester. Finds out he's a competitor and he thinks he can come in late for dinner.

He didn't know what worried him more, the fact that this is what the students were thinking of him or the fact that he was so immersed in this game Gabriel had placed him in that he actually cared what the students thought of him. However, with Luna still grasping his hand, there was a lid pressing down his anxiety and nerves. He was moderately calm.

Looking firmly at the floor, he followed Luna and took a seat next to her at their house table. Even his peers in his house moved away from the both of them. Luna wasn't fazed; she reached for two plates and started to pile them with food. Looking at the pile of chicken legs, the bowls of gravy and salad, the basket of toasted bread and the glasses of bubbling drink, Sam realised he was starving. His stomach silently screamed to be filled. Luna finished loading things onto the plates and passed one over to him. He hoped the intensity of which he crammed the food into his mouth was a thank you enough.

The staff started to make announcements but Sam paid no attention. If there was anything worthwhile to know he could ask Luna or the students' reactions would give away that it was either release of exam dates or lessons being cancelled. It was scary how he was starting to accept that this would be his life for a short time at the least.

"Now I have a little notice for Mister Sammy Winchester!" Everyone looked at him once more. Sam's head snapped up from his food to see Gabriel sitting on the staff table with the cockiest of grins on his face. Looking again, he saw that the whole room was empty except for the two of them.

"Tomorrow is the day of your first challenge and papa Gabriel is here to give you some words of advice!" The trickster pushed himself up off the table and started towards Sam slowly.

"I don't want any of your damn advice!" Sam yelled. His whole body was quaking with rage. The angel's previously lit up face was grave after Sam's retort.

"So be it," He snapped his fingers.

Sorry it took me a while to update but here it is! I hope it does not dissapoint! So for the guest who asked if I was going to bring in character from Harry Potter, of course I am! So here you get some Luna and I am definitely planning to bring more. Also, I just want to make this clear...THERE IS NO SAM/LUNA ROMANCE THING GOING ON. It's just a cute friendship. Anyway, let me know what you think and stuff or if you have any questions. A little warning, I may take longer to update as I have loads of exams in May that I need to study for but I promise not to give this story up. Thank you all who keep reading! Love always, Raa.