The tapping of black Mary Jane shoes, with a slight heel, could be hear in an empty corridor as the person who wore them grew closer to their destination. There was a creak from the old classroom door as a young girl slowly entered. It was dark and eerie maybe because the lights were off or because it was night and the moon was the only light. She brushed some loose strands of long, dirty blonde hair out of her pale blue, almost gray eyes, which, even in darkness seemed unusually large and permanently surprised.

Just by looking at her, you could tell she was different. Radish earring hung from her ears and a butter beer bottle cork necklace dangled from around her fragile neck. Her unique sense of style also helped to distinguished the girl. Though it was true she was to wear her house's (Ravenclaw) robes, she had a way to make it her own just by how confidant she was and presented herself. Her slender body wore her dark gray skirt with pride. She added some knee high stockings, which was striped in blue and silver, her houses colors.

The white oxford shirt buttoned up to a male's Ravenclaw tie and her robe hung open loosely over her body. Miss Luna Lovegood, one and only daughter of the "Quibblers" own editor. An editor who had helped clear up some hazy communications between our own Mr. Potter and his public. Luna, herself, had also helped young Mr. Harry Potter himself, in dark times. She sighed as she turned on the light, letting a small gasp slip from her glossed over lips.

"Harry" she said in her usual dreamy tone. She had no idea about the final horcrux, yet somehow, I have a feeling she was about to find out. "What are you doing here?" she asked as if it asked natural for herself to be in a random and deserted classroom. Luna was just, should be say, loony like that.

At least that is what some of her fellow peers perceived her as, though that wasn't quite it. It was more that she had different beliefs from the rest of them, but that is a different story. This one isn't about beliefs but that of the trials of Harry Potter. So there Luna sat waiting for 'The boy who lived' to respond. She sat upon a near by desk and swayed slightly in anticipation. She had grow into her body over the past few years and was no longer as gangly. There were curves to her body which showed she was nearing womanhood and her facial features were more mature looking, whether from past experiences, growing more mature or both, I could not say.