Chapter Title: Sort Of Sorted

Author: Moody (no relation to the one eyed dude, its my actual name I was born with)

Pairing: None in this chapter but will be G/L and some other femslash pairings

Rating: Still PG-13 but I'm considering an R, depends on the FB

Disclaimer: Guess I forgot the disclaimer last chapter so here's a double dose of its-not-mine-im-just-using-the-characters-for-my-own-twisted- pleasure thing. Err but this plot is mine...I think.

A/N: This is more of Luna's POV. It goes away from the last chapter, which was just an introduction. You will see less I'm-really-crazy-and- ditsy-Luna in this story, but I'll try to keep her the way she is written in the book.

This chapter takes place in The Chamber Of Secrets. It's how Luna gets sorted into Ravenclaw house. It's mostly another introduction.

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(Luna's P.O.V)

"Lovegood, Luna!" Professor McGonagall calls from the front of the Great Hall. I am startled out of my daydream. I really do wonder how they got the expression 'If pigs can fly'. Is there a species of pigs that really can fly, and they're just really rare? Ill have to owl Daddy about that. It would make a really good article for the Quibbler, 'Flying pigs and where they come from page 12'. Sounds good. Could be the creature feature for the month. How exactly could the Ministry keep flying pigs under wraps? Maybe trolls keep them as pets. Makes sense to me.

"LOVEGOOD, LUNA!" The professor calls again. That was not a happy tone. Right. I move to the front of the small group of first years and sit down on the stool that McGonagall has gestured me into. She places a shabby black hat (that seems like it will fall apart any minute now) atop my head and steps back. I wonder if it's true that some teachers put their brains in it years ago? Is that why it smells a little off?

"Lovegood eh?" A small voice whispers in my ear. Talking hat. Should have seen that coming.

"Had your father in her not too long ago, Hufflepuff he was. And your mother a Gryffindor." *Oh right my Mummy*, I think. Two years ago, two years ago next month. What I assume was a dazed look I had on turns into a frown. Experimental spells, never a good idea. I begin to wonder where the flying pigs would live, can't be the city. They have those flying Muggle plane things to deal with. Maybe they like the country?

I realize that this hat is taking quite a while to put me in a house. I wonder if it needs some more teacher brains to help it out? Just as I'm in the middle of this thought the shabby hat yells out:

"RAVENCLAW"

Cheers. Took Hattie there long enough, got to owl Daddy before I forget. "Flying Pigs... Flying Pigs...Flying Pigs." I sing under my breath. Flying pigs and where they live. Remember that.

I take Hattie off my head and wander over to one of the clapping tables and sit down. Some of them are giving me peculiar looks. Seems I've sat down at the wrong table. Yellow means Hufflepuff, O.K. I smile at them, get up, and move to another table. They point me to the kids wearing blue scarves. Follow the blue. Got it. Ravens aren't exactly blue though are they? More like a blackish-purple color.

For a moment I wish I had gotten into the house with the green colored uniforms. Green, that's my favorite color. Peter Pan... green... Mummy. I look over to the green table. Ah scratch that. They don't exactly look like a friendly bunch. I look over to the yellow table I accidentally sat at. Yellow. The Yellow Bellied earwax sucker- on Page 4, Issue 12 of the Quibbler. Wonder if they know that earwax suckers are attracted to yellow? I make a mental note to tell someone in that house. Don't want little creatures eating their ears in the middle of the night do they? Nope.

~~~~~~~~~~*********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~************** ~~~~~ A/N: Again sorry for the shortness. Next chapter is longer. Still trying to get a feel for Luna's character and voice. Tell me what you think. ~Moody