Luna was back in Ravenclaw Common room. The other girls all walked in groups, only she was all by herself. They don't know what they are doing, she thought. She pictured them as if she was close to them. She couldn't judge them, because she didn't know them well. They did unfriendly things to her. But she still cared about them. All who were given life are precious. If she was close to them, and they died, she would care very much.

The morning was bright. Luna let rays enter her body, and bring warmness. She tucked her wand behind her ear. She remembered her mother well. She was always alive. She couldn't let go of her. Her mother lived in her heart. Her mother would always tuck her wand behind her ear. She said it was easier to reach like this. Luna would spend hours watching her mother work. She's the one who invented spells, for people like her. All the witches and wizards of all times were supposed to be thankful to spell makers, for bringing so many spells to life, to make their life easier. They risked a lot. She wanted to have her mother's spirit, and kindness. Some people thought she was psycho, they told her rude things. But she never let them bring her down. She always treated a stranger with kindness. She helped out the one who needed her.

Luna wanted to be just like her mom. She held on tight to every memory she had of her. She didn't want to lose her again. She missed her so much. She loved her still so much. If love was magic, she would meet her, no matter what.

Luna automatically walked down for breakfast. In her mind she was back in old attic, talking with her. She always smiled, and dressed weird. She always was strong about what she believed in. She trusted her head, not the media. Luna would seat in the corner, always watching her mom work. She tried out new spells. She researched to make spells to do a certain job. She read a lot. It smelled weird in the attic. And the old books smelled really ancient. Her mom would practice spells, and make things do the most unusual things. She made one book read itself, and a chair do a back flip while she was seating on it.

The breakfast went by smoothly, and Charms were pretty much as usual. She sat there, she listened, she practiced, she went. She didn't like to do things because someone told her to. She liked to do them because she thought so. But when the one who tells her to something and her will agree, it's pretty hard to get by with your pride.

"Loony Lovegood," Luna heard someone say. She didn't know who. "Ahh, she's ignoring me, how rude." Did someone just talk to me, Luna thought. She looked around. Draco Malfoy and his crony were laughing. "Why don't you say hello at least. Don't you know good manners?"

"Erm… Hi," Luna said uncertainly. Draco only laughed.

"Did you bring me a gift?" He asked. He moved closer on her. Luna looked around confused. Passersby stared. "How about this ink," he grabbed her silver ink. It was a gift from her father. He told her it was just like her eyes.

"Give it back, please," Luna tried to reach for it. Malfoy held it away from her, and examined it.

"You mean this worthless crap. It's too good for you." He laughed sadistically, as Luna tried to reach for it again. She heard a crash. Her eyes were wide open. She stared at the floor. Silver ink was spilled all over it.

"Oops, my bad, if I didn't have annoying pesky kid trying to grab it out of my hand, I might have held it better." He laughed, and walked off. Luna looked at it with huge eyes. She couldn't believe someone would do something so cruel to someone else. He could have stolen it, and then gave it back at the end of the year, but simply break it. She didn't know what to do. Should she have her revenge, or ignore him. She chose to ignore him for now. Tears rolled to her eyes, but she held them back. She wasn't a baby anymore. She won't let him ruin her day. She's better then that.

"What happened?" Someone asked her friendly. She looked up, staring confused. Ron, Harry and Hermione walked up to her.

"Malfoy broke my ink." She said helplessly. Their expressions changed to anger. But Hermione was faster to talk then any of them.

"I can fix it," Hermione cast a spell, and the ink was back the way it was five minutes ago.

"Thanks," Luna said. She felt her beads on her neck. Her mother used to wear them. She said they brought her good luck. Maybe they were bringing her good luck now, like they did for her.

"Haven't he learned his lesson?" Ron said, as they walked off. Luna held the ink in her hand, and started off for another casual day.

That girl just gets on my nerves, Malfoy thought. She was so retarded; she didn't even do anything to stop me. She makes me mad. I don't know why, but she does. She wasn't even smart enough to get mad over it or something. She just stood with stupid look on her face staring at broken ink. Who would get so worked up about some bottle of ink? You could have gotten it anywhere. Draco sighed; he shouldn't be thinking about such stuff, it was a waste of his time.

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