Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.

(If I was J.K. Rowling I wouldn't be wishing for a time turner that would allow me to go forward to July 16, 2006 now would I?)

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Blaise was overseeing the detention of four first years on Wednesday when Luna Lovegood floated into the room -–turtle earrings and all.

"You don't have detention," Blaise pointed out as she sat down at a desk in the front of the classroom.

The Ravenclaw said nothing just stared blankly ahead for a few moments.

Blaise shrugged and had started to turn back to his Charms homework, when he noticed she had slid up to the front of the desk.

"Can I see you wand?"

"What?" Blaise asked looking up at her. Her big doe eyes stared back at him.

"Your wand, can I look at it?"

"Whatever for Lovegood?"

"For the betterment of humanity of course," she said as if it was the only logical explanation.

Blaise sighed. He really did not want to have to deal with Luna Lovegood today. He briefly thought about telling her where to get off, but resolved that he should probably just go along with whatever it was.

"Well I guess if it's for the betterment of humanity," he said lying his seven-inch long birch wand on the desktop.

"That's what I thought," Lovegood said without even looking at his wand.

"What's just like you thought?"

"Hidden emotions."

"What in the bloody hell are you going on about? What does my wand have to do with hidden emotions?" he snapped.

"My imaginary friend thinks you have issues."

Blaise stared at her in shock as he heard one of the first years snicker. "Get back to work," he shouted at them before turning his attention to Lovegood. "And for the record MY imaginary friend thinks you have issues too."

"What's his name?"

"What?"

"What's your imaginary friend's name?"

Blaise struggled to come up with something "Bonanza."

"Ah, a rich vein of ore. Fitting. Mine's named Evince."

"To show plainly. Nice, now go away I'm trying to do some work," he snapped.

Of course, the odd girl never left the desk. After a few moments, Blaise began to get very agitated.

"What is the matter? What do you want?"

"How did you know which one I meant?"

"Which one what?"

"Wand."

"What do you mean which wa—" Blaise stopped mid-sentence clearly she didn't mean THAT wand. "All you lot pack up and leave now," he said to the first years.

As so as they were all out of the room he turned to Lovegood, who by this time was trying on one of the clean smaller cauldrons as a hat.

"Have you lost whatever mind you have Lovegood?" snapped Blaise as he walked in front of her. "You don't just come up and ask to see that!"

"See what?"

"A man's wand!"

"I see plenty of wands. Willow, oak, chestnut, sycamore."

"Why in the blue blazes did you ask me what wand?"

"Do you know what innuendo means?"

"Were you trying to come on to me?"

"An innuendo is a hint or sly remark that makes an insinuation," she said looking off into space, not even noticing how exasperated Blaise was becoming. "I didn't mean it as an innuendo, but if I did it would be."

"What are you talking about woman!"

"Do you think a snake can fall in love with a gryffin? Of course gryffins do play with their food before eating unlike snakes who swallow things hole. Both semi-cruel if you ask me."

"What?"

"Can an apple compare to an orange? I mean they are both fruit."

"What in Merlin's name are you going on about!"

"When someone insinuates something constantly does that mean they really mean it even if they themselves don't realize it?"

"Of course it bloody does! You are driving me up the wall you know that. Get out of here now!"

"An insinuation doesn't have to have a sensual nature either, unless the speaker decides to make it so."

"Good bloody well to know. Now get out," he said shoving the younger girl out the doorway.

"Before I go, my imaginary friend loves your emerald nimbus boxers. The ones where the brooms fly all around."

Blaise slammed the door shut and slid down it finally blocking Lovegood out. That one should be in St. Mungo's he thought to himself, before he realized he indeed had green boxers with nimbus brooms on them. He made a note to himself to ask Lovegood about her imaginary friend again sometime in the future, but not now.