DISCLAIMER: Nothing's mine, except the specific order in which these words are placed. The same goes for the rest of the chapters, too. The characters, places, etc, aren't mine, they all belong to other people (namely J.K. Rowling), so don't sue me, please!
Chapter One
Second Impressions
Neville Longbottom woke up in his sixth year dormitory to complete and utter silence, half an hour after lessons started. Oh great, they've all left. Forgotten me again. He willed himself out of bed and dressed, realizing minutes too late that it was Saturday. No lessons. No need to be awake. Oh well. Might as well go down to breakfast.
He arrived at the Great Hall shortly, and tried to find a seat at Gryffindor table that wasn't near Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Well, maybe they won't notice I'm there, he hoped. He was right. In fact, no one noticed that he was there. So he left.
Might as well get some homework done, he thought. After all, it's not like I have anything better to do. So he grabbed his parchment, quill, and ink from his Gryffindor dormitory and set off for the library, very much alone.
When he arrived at the library quite a while later (he had gotten lost), he heard a faint, controlled sobbing coming from behind one of the bookcases. He set his things down at table number 7 and searched for the source of the noise. It was a Ravenclaw fifth year and member of the DA, Luna Lovegood. It was strange to see her crying since she was normally so happy. Well, maybe happy isn't exactly the word to describe her. Content. Content is a much better word. But it doesn't matter how I would describe her, since she's crying right now.
Neville was nervous, approaching her. He wasn't exactly the person people wanted to see very often. And he thought he was likely to make everything worse. But she was his friend.
"Hey, Luna. Are you okay?" He asked. Stupid question. Of course she's not okay. If she was okay, she wouldn't be crying.
Luna looked up, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm okay." Not that he really cares, she thought.
"What's wrong?"
"The thing is, I'm not exactly sure." Yes I am. She thought.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
"I'm not really hungry."
"You wanna go outside, then? Maybe talk?"
"Yeah, okay. Talking is good."
