A/N: Thanks again for your reviews! It makes me happy and it keeps me writing!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them. Only the ones who really aren't in the books.
I searched all through my bag, hoping I overlooked it. But I couldn't find it anywhere.
"Who could've taken it?" asked Malfoy who was helping me look. "No one knew about that book, did they? And if they did, how did they know it was in your bag?"
"I don't know," I said. I was trying to think.
I wasn't getting too far with the thinking. I had no idea who took it.
Then, in the back of my mind, I remembered something that someone had told me.
There are only a few books like this in the world, I heard Professor Brown's voice. They have some sort of charm on them that attracts people who have seen death.
"That's it," I said quietly. "The book attracted someone who has seen death."
"Um, Luna?" said Malfoy, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Oh, sorry," I said shaking my head, coming back to my sences.
"It's time for lunch," Malfoy said standing up. I stood up and grabbed my bag. We headed back up to the castle.
When we got to the Great Hall, we made our way to the Slytherin table.
But as we were walking, something caught my eye. Someone was sitting at their table reading a book. They had it held up where I recognized the cover. I stopped walking.
"That's it!" I said to Malfoy, pointing across the Hall. Malfoy looked.
"Why did they steal it?" he asked.
"I bet I know why," I said as I made my way across the Hall to the theif who stole my book.
A/N: Yes, I know it's terribly short! Don't hurt me! I'll try to update soon so you'll know who it is!