They're all kind of short, sorry . . .
This is the time during the end of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix . . .
Snape sighed, as he gazed out of one of the castles. For some reason, he was in no mood to join the others. He always hated Sirius, but now he felt guilt. On how Harry must have felt, losing his godfather . . . That was how Snape felt when Lily got killed. And a childhood friend wasn't the only thing that was lost, that same day, Harry lost his mother . . . and his father . . .
He shook his head. What was he thinking, feeling sorry for that brat? But . . .
"Hello, Professor Snape," A high pitched voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Lovegood, why aren't you at the feast?" But he instantly regretted it. It was too harsh . . .
"Hanging up posters; and I was about to ask you the same thing,"
Those words could be rephrased and said with cheek, but Luna was never the type to be smart aleck. Just honest, sometimes a bit too honest.
Snape didn't reply, instead, took a look at one of the hung up posters. "How did you lose all of this . . . ?"
"People take them, but I wanted to start packing early." Luna could do that; after years of being teased, she could say something like that without hinting for sympathy.
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Does this happen often?"
"All the time, but I always get them back,"
Snape was suddenly grateful that she hadn't suggested that some Slytherins might have done it. Out of all of the students that were not Slytherins, he favored Luna. Having to choose over Luna's or the Slytherins' benefits would be very difficult . . .
"So I heard you known Sirius since childhood?"
Snape bit his lip. No accusing, no suspicion, but yet she was making him feel extremely guilty . . . "Yes I have,"
"I'm sorry that you lost a fellow classmate, I know Gryffindor and Slytherin have a rivalry, but you must feel some . . ." Then Luna caught a glimspe of his expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, of course you wouldn't want to discuss his recent death . . ."
Snape felt angry at her, yet not at all. She made him so uncomfortable with the honest truth, but the tone she said it in, you could tell she meant no harm at all, just the mere truth.
"Well Professor, you wouldn't want to miss out on the feast, would you? So you should . . . Or no?" She added when Snape remained firmly still.
"No, I'll be fine."
"Well, have a nice summer, sir."
Snape sighed as he watched her resume hanging around the remainder of her posters. When she was out of sight, he stole a look at a nearby poster and smiled to himself.
She was unusual. But in a good way.
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