LUNA LOVEGOOD, AT ELEVEN, ALREADY HAD A PLAN. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wasn't ready for it - it was a simple fact. She had seen what was to happen and the utter chaos that was meant to unfold.
However, despite the blonde's love of some chaos, she knew that the Master Death would need her - as all of the previous Masters and Mistresses of Death needed the previous Lovegood Seers. So she would sit and wait and maneuver the pieces of the chess board into position without setting the Tree into a state of non-equilibrium.
Luna sat in the compartment on her own. With her plan set in mind, she became distracted by the glittering by the window. "Oh, hello, Mr Light Warbler," she giggled and waved at the glittering of the wings. The platinum blonde watched in fascination as the light bounced off their tiny wings lighting the cabin of the carriage.
Of course, that was when the the door slid open and a girl about her age slithered in - narrowly avoiding a group of preteens. "I swear to God," the girl muttered. What caught Luna off guard was that she sounded American.
"Hello," Luna said with her usual dreamy air. Her silver eyes watched as the American girl startled just a bit.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there and I can leave if you want me to," she rambled.
"No, you can stay," Luna reassured. "Sit."
The girl did so with a grateful smile and sighed. Dark auburn locks fell in front of her pale face. Her bluish-green eyes seemed to have spotted Luna's wand behind her ear. "Isn't that kinda dangerous?" The American asked.
"No, it actually protects it better than flammable robes. I'm getting used to it so the Nargles don't take it or it won't catch on fire during Potions."
"Ah."
The silence that descended was comfortable - at least for Luna. The American cleared her throat and pulled out a notebook with a funny looking quill. There wasn't a feather and she seemed not to need any ink to write. "Is that a self-inking quill?" Luna asked.
"Uh no," the American answered. "It's a pen. The No-Maj World got rid of quills because they weren't efficient enough."
"No-Maj?"
"People without magic," the girl replied quickly.
"Oh! Muggles, you mean!" Even when Luna exclaimed something it sounded so far away and sleep-like.
"That's what you guys call them here?"
"Yeah," Luna answered.
The American flipped to an empty page in the notebook and handed it to Luna with the pen. "Want to try it?"
"Could I?"
"Of course!" The two girls grinned at each other.
THE TRAIN RIDE WENT LONGER THAN EXPECTED. However, she seemed to get along with the auburn American. "Why are you coming to Hogwarts if America has Ilvermony then?" The blonde witch asked her companion.
"Dad got a promotion from his job," the girl began. "He works for this No-M- I mean Muggle company called Grunnings. He got promoted to regional manager of the Surrey Branches."
Luna understood then. The girl was forced to travel halfway around the world and now is thrusted into a different magical world that she barely knew anything of in America. Luna grabbed her companion's hand. "You're going to be a great witch because you won't be alone," she promised as her silver eyes poured every ounce of goodwill she could into the new girl.
A smile rose to her porcelain face. "Grazi," the American replied.
Once Luna let go of her hand, the girl held one out to Luna. "Delfina Josephine Scala," the American introduced herself as.
"Luna Lovegood."
They shook hands, and, from that moment on, Luna knew that she has made a friend for life.
WHEN THEY FINALLY ARRIVED AT HOGSMEAD STATION, the Scottish air turned cold and Delfina was livid.
She felt raised her bloodied fist in front of her face to fight off the wind, glaring at the red head walking to the carriages. "You didn't need to break his nose," her new friend said. "Everyone will think I'm odd. You can't punch everyone for that."
"He was a jerk," Delfina answered simply.
"He was infected with Wrackspurts."
"He was a jerk and infected with Wrackspurts, therefore I punched him."
WHAT HAPPENED COULD BE SIMPLIFIED IN A FEW WORDS...
But, Delfina was an Italian, and they never had a few words.
The two girls had exited their train cabin and bumped into three students a year older than them. A boy with messy black hair a bright green eyes smiled at them and apologized for being in the way. A girl with bushy hair and bucked teeth looked at the two and turned her nose up slightly - if not to be mean then to examine the oddity that was Luna Lovegood and her wand holding habits. Finally, the third boy had red hair and blue eyes.
(He would be the recipient for Delfina's ire.)
"Oi! Loony's here! Why didn't Ginny say that she'd be starting this year?" The red head tried not to laugh.
Delfina stepped in front of Luna to protect her. Luna, however, just said, "Hello, Ronald. You know that Wrackspurts are infesting you again? Try to think positive - you aren't your brothers, that's true, but you'll come into your own soon." Delfina looked behind her quickly to see that Luna's serene smile stayed in place.
Ronald's face turned as red as his hair and he took a step forward. Yet, the raven haired boy asked, "What are Wrackspurts?" His green eyes were lit with something Delfina recognized but couldn't place.
"There's no such thing as Wrackspurts." The girl replied immediately. It was a statement.
"Why do you think that?" Delfina piped up. After all a world full of magic meant that anything could be theoretically possible.
"If there were, I would have read about them," she smirked. Then Delfina rolled her eyes. She dealt enough with these types at home.
"That makes you ignorant," the American stated. "You read books yet you don't have an open enough mind to believe in the impossible despite the fact that magic exists."
"No one asked you, Yankee," the red head spat.
"Do I look like I care?" Delfina replied with a quirked eyebrow.
"Not particularly," the green eyed boy answered. He looked slightly amused, if the quirk of his lip was anything to go by. "But, seriously, what is a Wrackspurt?"
"An invisible creature that flies into people's ears and makes their brains all fuzzy. Normally, they cause negative thoughts and emotions and feed off them," Luna answered. Did she always sound so far away? Well, Delfina would just have to get used to it.
"Oh, and Ron has them?"
"Everyone gets them, it just depends on how quickly you can get rid of them."
"How can you-"
"Harry, enough! Are you seriously going to listen to this rubbish?" The bushy haired girl asked the green eyed boy in anger.
"Especially from Loony Lovegood of all people? She's crazy! I bet her mum died on purpose be-"
CRACK!
"Don't ever say that about anyone - especially my friend, Carrot Top." Despite the blood gushing from the red head's nose, and the fact that it coated her first two knuckles, Delfina managed to keep her voice calm.
"YOU JUST BROKE HIS NOSE!" The brunette screeched.
"You say anything bad about my friends, yours will be broken too."
Delfina grabbed Luna's hand and walked off the train. Leaving a crying red head, a bewildered raven haired boy, and a screeching brunette behind them.