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Mrs. Weasley had to leave around lunch time.

"I can't leave Charlie and little Percy too long, Gideon will probably have taught them at least one new way to make me crazy. Last time, he thought it would be funny to have them say 'slug' every time they saw something green." Luna laughed.

"I can't wait to meet all of them," she stated.

"Don't worry," Fabian promised, "you'll be able to tell me and Gideon apart, I'm the funny one."

"Funny looking," Mrs. Weasley commented. Luna wondered if she had siblings like this.

"I've got to be heading out too," Fabian said rustling Luna's hair a little. "I've got some business to attend before Gideon gets home." Luna watched them leave, Bill waving bye. She waved back feeling a little sad she was alone again.

"Did everyone leave?" Rachel asked opening the door.

"Yeah, but I got to meet my new...I guess brother? His name is Bill and he has red hair just like everyone else, just like me."

"See, you'll fit in just fine, Luna. I think today's cookie is supposed to be a mermaid?" Rachel said handing Luna the lunch tray. She looked at the cookie, turned it sideways.

"Nope, kelpie," she replied taking a bite of the head.

"You must like magizoology, or you're getting the top grade in care for magical creatures."

"Maybe? Mrs. Weasley said I'll be going to Hogwarts when I'm well enough. I wonder what house I'm in."

"You're sure you're already a student there?"

" I have some vague memories, but none of my house. She said Dumbledore will have me resorted since no one knows who I am or where I belong."

"Hufflepuff's a good house," Rachel stated with a smile.

"Is that the house your brother is in?'

"Yes, it was mine too."

"I don't feel like a Hufflepuff, no offense."

"None taken, it may have been my house, but not yours. Where do you think you'll be put?"

"I don't know, I'm not particularly anything right now, other than confused and a little lost." Luna stated with a sigh. "Maybe my memories will start coming back once I'm back in school?"

"Maybe. I'll see you tomorrow Luna, I'm not working the dinner shift tonight. Oh, I found this downstairs in one of the visiting lounges, I thought you might like something to read." Rachel handed Luna a magazine.

"Thanks, I'll probably end up taking another nap though. I guess it's because I'm healing?"

"Yes, rest is part of the healing process." Luna nodded setting the magazine on her nightstand and turned her attention to lunch. She wondered if Rachel stayed a little longer in her room just to make sure she ate. She didn't mind the company either way.

Luna picked up the magazine after finishing her lunch; chicken pot pie, a kelpie cookie, and a cup of tea.

"Quiddich Monthly. Do I normally read this?" she asked herself. Shrugging she flipped through the pages. There were several articles about famous players, ads for uniforms and brooms. She paused looking at one called a Cleansweep. Her fingers curled slightly remembering the feel of wood against her fingertips.

"I played Quiddich!" she yelled triumphantly.

"That's nice," someone yelled back from the hallway. Luna rolled her eyes. She grabbed the notebook quickly writing down this newest memory. She knew Mr. and Mrs. Weasley probably wouldn't buy her a broom, but surely the school had ones she could use, or she could earn some money and buy one herself somehow. Still thinking about Quiddich and the possibility of riding a broom soon, Luna laid her head back against the pillow and fell asleep.