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Oddest of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Chapter Two

Letters to Luna

Luna Lovegood stood on her head, her legs against the purple walls in her room, reading Witch Weekly which was lying open on the floor under her head. Luna was breathing the thick incenses flooding around her room, which always calmed her. Ever since the battle in the Department the year before she felt she had to take time out of her day to do this more and more.

As she lifted her hand out from under her to turn a page of the magazine a small tawny owl flew in through her open window, scaring her so much she fell from her position on the wall, bringing the curtain from the window down with her.

Luna sat up amid the mess of fabric and pages from Witch Weekly, looking slightly dazed and out of place. She looked around her room some more as though she had forgotten where she was for a moment before realization dawned and she untangled the curtains from herself and moved over to the window ledge where the owl was watching her.

'Hello little birdie. You've got something tied to your leg.' She told it as she put her face right up to his. 'Oh. Is it for me? Oh, of course.' She said as the little bird moved closer to her, sticking its tiny leg out for her to take the letter from. The letter had her name written in block letters across the front and on the back was the name Ginny.

Ginny? Ginny ... Ginny? A flash of flaming red hair and a small girl with freckles shot into her head. Oh! Yes, Ginny.

Luna took the letter over to her bed, tripping slightly on the curtains before settling in on the deep green comforter. She opened the letter and began to read.

Dear Luna,

How are you? Is everything all right? After what happened in the Department ... Well anyway, that's not what I've wrote to you about. My mum says since Ron is having his friends over I can invite you to come to the Burrow. How about next week? Wouldn't that be wonderful? I really hope you'll be allowed to come, it'll be so boring if you don't! Please write back as soon as you know for sure if you can come!

All my love,

Ginny

Luna smiled vaguely at the letter she was holding. She had never been invited to anyone's house before, let alone ever been called a friend. She quickly re-read the letter to make sure she hadn't imagined it all and once it was confirmed she floated down the stairs to ask her father, the editor of The Quibbler for permission to visit The Burrow, which Luna assumed was what Ginny called her house. Although this was odd to Luna because it was a very unimaginative name ... unlike the name of her house, The Deranged Dolly (which her mother had called it many years ago, before Luna had been born. She named it after her childhood friend.)

'Father? Can I -' Luna started off when she had found her father, who was sitting in the dark room; in the cellar, writing an article for the next issue of The Quibbler. To other people this might be strange. How could someone write something in a dark room? But to Luna and her father it all made perfect sense.

'Shh! Luna, dear! Don't sneak up on me while I am writing! My quill almost missed the paper.' He said sternly, but then 'Sorry sweet heart, I'm just so worried this article wont come out sounding as wonderful as the rest for this issue of The Quibbler. It's so hard, I have to write this one because Flora Flang wouldn't write it ... she says it goes against all laws of physics! Don't know what she meant. Anyway, what is it cupcake?'

'Oh ... Well, I can't remember ... Oh yes! My friend, Ginny Weasley -' Luna started again before her father interrupted her once more.

'Oh! Isn't she Arthur Weasley's little girl?' He questioned as he dipped his quill back into some ink.

Luna, who couldn't see a hand in front of her face stuck her arms out in the air and tried to find a place to sit.

'Yes, she is. Anyway she wrote -'

'Doesn't she have ... like five older brothers?' Her father cut in again.

'Six. But father she invited me over to her home in a week. Would it be all right if I went? I think it might be some fun.' Luna breathed out all at once to be sure to get it all out before her father spoke up again.

'Really! That's wonderful, Luna. You've found yourself a friend. Well as long as it's all right with her parents' Luna's father told her as he went back to his paper.

Luna, who had finally found a seat bounced back up again. 'Thanks. I guess I'll write her back now.' With that she left her dad to his writing in the dark room and she walked slowly up the stairs to her room again, although she acciendtly walked into the hall closet first.

Once she was safely in her room again she pulled out some parchment and a quill. Luna sat on her bed and began to write, but only three lines in she picked herself up and walked to into her closet. She flicked on the light switch and closed the closet door behind her. She always felt best in her small closet which was painted in a dark, blood red color.

She continued writing.

Dear Ginny,

Hello, yes thank you I am fine. What happened in the Department last year was horrible though, how is Harry? How is he taking everything? I hope you are all fine!

Thank you so much for inviting me over! I'm sure my summer would have been rather boring had you not invited me! But yes, I asked my father if I would be allowed to come and he said it was fine.

So next week? Will you Floo by my house? Then we can Floor back. I don't like using the Floo Network by myself. Do you mind?

Your friend,

Luna

Luna read the letter over and over again, it didn't seem right but she couldn't pin point what was wrong with it thought. Finally she gave up and pushed her closet door open once more. She breathed in the perfume once again as she walked out into her room again. Stepping, again, over the curtains she hadn't cleaned up yet and over to the window where the small owl was still waiting for her.

'Here you go tiny bird! Take this letter back to Ginny. Thank you!' She waved to the bird as it flew back into the air and vanished from sight.

Luna turned around to walk over to her bed but tripped in the curtain messy. She became very tangled in it and couldn't get up. Just her luck, a gray owl landed right where the small one had just been, minutes ago.

Luna struggled to free herself to get to the bird, who was hooting loudly by the window.

Finally she clawed her way out and took the letter from the owl who flew in and sat atop her desk with a stern look on its' face. Luna was surprised to have gotten so many letters in one day, usually she got none, she moved back into her closet and read it.

She read the letter and looked up, Neville? Who in the world is he? She couldn't remember a Neville ... he said he went into the Department with her, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. She didn't remember any Neville's. Still, she wrote back to him as though they were friends since birth.

Dear Neville,

I'm so happy to here from you. I've been having such a dull summer but I really am fine. What happened in the Department was scary but funny too ...

Anyway, I really must get back to reading Witch Weekly. I hope your summer is wonderful.

Luna

Luna smiled, she thought she had done a wonderful job at not hurting his feelings by writing what she really wanted to write (who the heck are you?). She tied the letter to the bird and let it fly back to this Neville person.

That was that. Having 'friends' was a lot of work. She had gotten two letters in one hour, one from whom she'd never met, or couldn't remember. None the less, though, she was happy to heard from people her own age.

Maybe this summer would be more interesting then last, she thought as she stood against the wall upside down, once more.