A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts. Writing Club prompts are listed below. :)

Back to School: Luna Lovegood

Word Count: 524

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Those rights go to JK Rowling.

Enjoy!

Luna smiled pleasantly as she descended the stairs from the dorms into the Ravenclaw common room. Her dark blonde hair was pinned up with her wand, and her favorite radish earrings hung from her earlobes. A copy of the latest edition of The Quibbler was tucked under her arm, and her bare feet was cushioned by the soft carpet on the steps. It was a weekend, so she was free to wear whatever she wished; her Ravenclaw Housemates had long since grown used to her eccentricities—they didn't even stare anymore.

Luna hopped off the last step, the lavender beads hanging from her neck were swaying and bouncing with every step she took. She received many snickers as she passed, but she took no notice, her large, silvery-blue eyes sparkling happily as she made her way over to a group of fifth-year girls.

The fourteen-year-old tapped one of them on the shoulder, and the dark-haired girl turned around in surprise.

"Hello," Luna greeted serenely. "Michael Corner told me that you were interested to hear more about Heliopaths. You are Padma Patil, aren't you?"

The girl blinked, her pretty dark eyes bewildered. "Well, yes, but—"

Luna beamed. "Well, Heliopaths have been featured in my father's magazine, it's a very informative article, really. Their skin is fire, and we believe that Fudge has an army he means to use as guardians for—"

"Luna," Padma interrupted half-apologetically, half-amusedly. "Luna, if Michael told you to come here, then he was just teasing you. I don't believe in Heliopaths. I'm sorry."

"Oh. But they do exist," she insisted. "You shouldn't be caught unawares when—"

"Yes, all right, thank you," Padma said dismissively. "Michael!" she called, peering over Luna's shoulder. "You git, I can't believe you did that."

Padma left Luna and her giggling friends and went to approach the brown-haired boy. He was grinning wildly.

"She's a riot, isn't she? Thought it would be a good joke."

Luna wilted slightly. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened; she just wished that she would be regarded with a bit more respect. She didn't want to be used as a practical joke.

Luna turned around, singing under her breath. There were Blibbering Humdingers about, and they fed off of negative emotions; they could, however, be repelled by a catchy tune.

That, and singing made her feel marginally better.

Luna twirled a strand of hair around her finger, trying to sing over the laughter ringing around her. She wandered back up to her dormitory, convincing herself that there was nothing wrong with the way she was. Ginny said so; her mother had always said so. Still, it wasn't easy to be the brunt of all the jokes in Ravenclaw Tower.

Luna pulled on her shoes, and then went to go find the Grey Lady. She was always interested to hear about the Lovegoods' theories.

She convinced herself, as always, that it didn't matter if everyone believed her, as long as a few, good people did. She had enough friends; she didn't need anyone else's approval.

Her soft voice filled the empty corridors, but was lost in the crowded common room.

A/N: Writing Club Prompts:

Showtime: Phantom of the Opera — (action) singing

Lyric Alley: You get excited

Angel's Arcade: Blaze the Cat — (word) guardian, (color) lavender, (character) Padma Patil