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C H A P T E R T W O : L O S T I N A R G U M E N T
The day had just begun, the tables in the Great Hall just barely filling in with students. Harry was making his way down the stairs, rubbing his already pained scar, ironically shaped like a lightning bolt. It could also have been an N, rather sideways, but all the same... Why a lightning bolt? That was so. . . heroic! It annoyed the boy, breaching seventeen.
Ron and Hermione had already gotten down to the tables, already chowing down on eggs and bacon. They looked quite annoyed with each other as well, not even speaking. . . Harry could understand Ron's feelings, however. Viktor had written just the previous day, telling Hermione that he was coming to visit. Oh, joy.
"Hello Ron, Hermione," he said as he took a seat by his red-headed friend. Harry hadn't had a good night. He couldn't sleep, no matter what tactics he tried! He must've switched positions at least fifteen times. At least. "Have a good sleep?"
Ron just glared, and Hermione, in her stuck-up way, tipped her nose at the ceiling. "Ron's just angry because Viktor wrote me!"
At this point, Ron's ears turned a vast color of red. "What?! Bloody hell, Hermione! He's coming! To visit! You'll be hanging all over each other!" Harry had to shove a piece of egg into his mouth to avoid laughing. It was obvious that Ron was jealous.
"Oh, Ron --!" But Hermione stopped with this, turning her nose to the ceiling again. She glanced this time past her temporary foe, and straight beyond. "Guess who. . ." She whispered, not daring to look up.
"Hi," Harry nearly jumped. The voice made the hair on his neck stand on end. Who else but Loony Lovegood.
"Hello Luna. . ." Hermione said quite quietly, not looking at the blonde-haired girl. Luna didn't understand this bit of sarcasm, apparently, as she took her seat on the same end as the bushy-haired Muggle-born, her robes slightly lopsided.
Ron didn't say anything, only stared as the rather short girl sat. Harry smiled awkwardly, trying to be nice. It didn't seem to be working. What was she playing at?! Trying to make friends!
"Luna, you really don't need to come over here," Harry said, contemplating what to say next, so as to not hurt the girl's fragile feelings. He'd dealt with that once before, and wasn't planning on doing it again.
"Yeah, we only allow normal people," Ron finished, meaning what Harry had intended in his mind, but the black-haired boy with the scar still thought it was extremely rude. "Not freaks with no. . . y'know. . ." Ron looked to Luna's chest area, raising his eyebrows in his indication, which was quite blank. A couple of tiny lumps made their way out, but nothing like the lovely Cho Chang's. . . She'd left Hogwarts this year, on her way to college.
"Ron, really. . ." Hermione tried, but Harry stopped her. It was his turn.
"Luna, we weren't friends before, and. . . we'll never be. We already tried that route, remember?" Harry was trying his hardest to be nice, but to tell the truth, the girl was annoying him greatly.
At this, Luna stood up and stomped her foot. "I should've never come over here. All I wanted to know was whether or not you knew if Hagrid was home!" Then, with a disappointed scowl on her face, Luna marched away from the Gryffindor table, leaving Harry shocked. That was all quite random.
C H A P T E R T W O : L O S T I N A R G U M E N T
The day had just begun, the tables in the Great Hall just barely filling in with students. Harry was making his way down the stairs, rubbing his already pained scar, ironically shaped like a lightning bolt. It could also have been an N, rather sideways, but all the same... Why a lightning bolt? That was so. . . heroic! It annoyed the boy, breaching seventeen.
Ron and Hermione had already gotten down to the tables, already chowing down on eggs and bacon. They looked quite annoyed with each other as well, not even speaking. . . Harry could understand Ron's feelings, however. Viktor had written just the previous day, telling Hermione that he was coming to visit. Oh, joy.
"Hello Ron, Hermione," he said as he took a seat by his red-headed friend. Harry hadn't had a good night. He couldn't sleep, no matter what tactics he tried! He must've switched positions at least fifteen times. At least. "Have a good sleep?"
Ron just glared, and Hermione, in her stuck-up way, tipped her nose at the ceiling. "Ron's just angry because Viktor wrote me!"
At this point, Ron's ears turned a vast color of red. "What?! Bloody hell, Hermione! He's coming! To visit! You'll be hanging all over each other!" Harry had to shove a piece of egg into his mouth to avoid laughing. It was obvious that Ron was jealous.
"Oh, Ron --!" But Hermione stopped with this, turning her nose to the ceiling again. She glanced this time past her temporary foe, and straight beyond. "Guess who. . ." She whispered, not daring to look up.
"Hi," Harry nearly jumped. The voice made the hair on his neck stand on end. Who else but Loony Lovegood.
"Hello Luna. . ." Hermione said quite quietly, not looking at the blonde-haired girl. Luna didn't understand this bit of sarcasm, apparently, as she took her seat on the same end as the bushy-haired Muggle-born, her robes slightly lopsided.
Ron didn't say anything, only stared as the rather short girl sat. Harry smiled awkwardly, trying to be nice. It didn't seem to be working. What was she playing at?! Trying to make friends!
"Luna, you really don't need to come over here," Harry said, contemplating what to say next, so as to not hurt the girl's fragile feelings. He'd dealt with that once before, and wasn't planning on doing it again.
"Yeah, we only allow normal people," Ron finished, meaning what Harry had intended in his mind, but the black-haired boy with the scar still thought it was extremely rude. "Not freaks with no. . . y'know. . ." Ron looked to Luna's chest area, raising his eyebrows in his indication, which was quite blank. A couple of tiny lumps made their way out, but nothing like the lovely Cho Chang's. . . She'd left Hogwarts this year, on her way to college.
"Ron, really. . ." Hermione tried, but Harry stopped her. It was his turn.
"Luna, we weren't friends before, and. . . we'll never be. We already tried that route, remember?" Harry was trying his hardest to be nice, but to tell the truth, the girl was annoying him greatly.
At this, Luna stood up and stomped her foot. "I should've never come over here. All I wanted to know was whether or not you knew if Hagrid was home!" Then, with a disappointed scowl on her face, Luna marched away from the Gryffindor table, leaving Harry shocked. That was all quite random.