Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K Rowling. Luna is mine, and David Bowie is... -sigh- not mine also...

Luna jumped at Fred's sudden appearance. The redheaded drink-bearer passed out the smoothies, whining when Luna wouldn't give into his demands of a tip.

"I don't tip people I've just met," She explained sweetly.

"Yet you let them buy you smoothies?" Came the curt reply, which was followed by laughter.

"What did you guys say your last names were again?" Luna asked after they finished their smoothies and had taken to watching illegal immigrants trying to disguise themselves as 'locals'.

"You sort of remind me of these like, infamous brothers that I've heard of..." She trailed off a little bit.

"Weasley" The twins said in unison, wondering who they could've reminded Luna of. The answer laid within her shocked expression, and the muttered 'Oh.My.Blinkin'.God'

It then dawned on the twins that this girl was

a) A witch (A rather cute one too when she was all surprised like)

and

b) definitely a user of the 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' Mail-Order catalogue...

So at the end of the day, the Weasley twins left the 'Areoporte' with a cute new fan, and an owling address.

"Okay everyone, remember; be. normal!" I reminded my family, winking at my twin. Both of us knew that the whole 'normal' thing wouldn't fly, especially with Ron's mates Harry and Hermione up, and Christmas being so close (we were on Chrimbo Hols at this time...)

"Luna isn't as crazy as all of us..."

-CRACK-

"Now-now George," A chuckling voice said behind me, "If I wasn't crazy, do you think we'd be friends?" I turned around just in time to see my brunette buddy giving my a crooked smile, before she was whisked away to the room she'd be sleeping in, with her new roommates (Hermione and Gin) and my incredibly chatty mother.

"And I thought she was here to see us!" Fred whined, and feigned a pout, "By this time we won't see her 'till New Years!"

We sighed and grudgingly started up the stairs to our room to work on a project we'd started at the beginning of break.

After getting shown my new quarters by the Weasley mother ("No Mrs. Weasley they aren't too cramped. Yes that is legal in Canada now. Now I don't have any of it stashed in my bags") I was immediately looked-over by Ginny, the youngest of the Weasley clan.

"Who's David Bowie? Is that a picture of him there? Why is he wearing britches and holding a crystal? He's delicious! Is there Unicorn hair in that wand? You're just as pretty as the twins said you were!" (I was caught off-guard by that last one) But Ginny's onslaught was quickly interrupted by a few quick raps at the door, followed by 'Dinner!'.

Before we went down, Ginny insisted on me wearing something other than a band shirt and jeans, and settled on a blouse and some khakis. She also mentioned my hair, but I escaped as quickly as possible.

Lucky me. I sat between the twins' younger brother Ron, and Fred, and across from George and Ron's mate Harry. All I heard about was Quidditch Quidditch QUIDDITCH! Ron has a sort of sick obsession I think. I gave George a pleading look to change the subject, but he just returned the same crooked smile I gave him earlier and asked Ron about 'The Great Game of '92'.

Ron had just started.

Luna felt forward with her foot until she felt George's shin. She then violently kicked him and stabbed into a piece of roast. After she got his attention she subtly gave him a rude hand gesture and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She was closely followed by George, who muttered something about kinky gnomes in the toilet upstairs.

She noticed him after she got just outside of the upstairs bathroom.

"I think you bruised by shin," George told her, and poked her in the arm.

"Good"

"Violence isn't the answer Luna."

"Neither is 'The Great Game of '92' you bastard!"

"Make love, not war Luna."

"Well... you deserved it! I was dying down there!'

George hobbled forward, and put a hand to his forehead, "I think I may have a fever now. Look at what you've done!" Luna smacked his forehead and said "No fever that I noticed, now let me pee in peace!" She cried, ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.

George grinned. He reached down into hos pockets and found a peace of parchment and a pencil, Forgive me? he wrote on it, and slipped it under the door. He heard a snort come from the bathroom, and the peace of paper flew out transfigured like a tiny fist, and pounded him in the knee over and over until a freezing spell was shot at it, and it hit the ground. Never was scrawled on it. George just chuckled to himself and hopped down the stairs.

Author's Note: Another chapter posted. Huzzah! (They ain't great... but they do okay P) Please review with constructive criticisim, and lovely comments on how much you love me. (The longer the better dearies). I really want reviews, because I'm not sure whether I should continue posting this or not.

Cheers,

Lunie

P.S 20 points to whoever knows what I was refering to when Ginny was talking about David Bowie :)