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A little girl about five years old skipped along the street in Diagon Alley, her long blonde hair flying behind her.
"Luna, wait!" called the woman walking a few lengths back. Her hair was also long and blonde, and she wore bright scarlet robes and a necklace with the Deathly Hallows pendant hanging down over her chest.
Luna stopped at the door of the Apothecary. "I'm waiting for you, mummy!" she said happily. "Do you have to go in here?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Lovegood. "I need some more Billywig wings for my experiment potions. Would you like to come inside or stay here?"
"I'll stay out here, I think," said Luna dreamily. "I like to watch all the interesting people coming and going."
"Don't go anywhere, and don't run after Nargles! Daddy won't be pleased if I come home without you!" Mrs. Lovegood waved and entered the store.
Luna hummed happily to herself for a few moments before she noticed a seven-year-old boy with silver-blond hair staring at her rudely as if she'd just sprouted an Erumpent horn. Abruptly, he asked, "Why is your hair so long?"
"Oh!" said Luna "Mum and I just thought it'd be nice. She's in the Apothecary right now, getting Billywig wings. Where are your parents?"
"Daddy's in the Apothecary, getting Hippogriff claws, and Mummy's at Madame Malkim's because she wants a new set of Chinese silk dress robes with even more diamonds and sapphires than before! And I hate both of them," he added sulkily.
"You hate your Mummy and Daddy?" Luna was amazed.
"They won't let me have a Nimbus One Thousand and Eighty-Nine," explained the boy.
"But they're right!" said Luna "Nimbus One Thousand and Eighty-Nines are really fast, and, and big, and well...they're racing brooms aren't they?"
"Well, yes," said the boy in a tone suggesting she was as stupid as a Wrackspurt.
"Ooh," Luna shuddered. "I'd never dream of asking Mummy and Daddy for anything more than a Shooting Star 'till I'm good and ready, about, um..." Luna thought for a moment. "A hundred years old!" she said seriously. "I'll probably be old enough then."
The boy glared at her. "Are you suggesting that I have inadequate riding skills?"
"Well," Luna looked him up and down. "It depends on what you say you can ride."
"A broomstick, you stupid little girl!" snarled the boy.
"Oh, that!" smiled Luna, not noticing the insult. "I thought you meant an Erumpent, you know, or a Hippogriff, or a Thestral, or some fierce creature like that. I don't think you can ride one of those."
The boy swelled. "And why not?" he hissed.
"Wrackspurts!" explained Luna, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Your head's full of them!"
"What in the name of Merlin's nosepicker is a Wrackspurt?" sneered the boy.
Luna was amazed. She'd never seen a sneer this intense on so small a person before.
"Little invisible creatures," explained Luna. "They fly into your head and make your brain all fuzzy. One's entering yours, now."
The boy screamed. Just then his father stepped out of the Apothecary. "Draco! What's the matter?"
"Th-th-that girl said I had a Wrackspurt in my head!" Draco sobbed.
"Wrackspurts don't exist," snapped the man. "That girl's as crazy as her parents. And speaking of girls, I cannot even begin to express my shame at my son's girlish behaviour. In public!"
Draco stopped crying immediately and glared at his dad sulkily.
"And you," Mr. Malfoy addressed Luna. "How dare you fill my son's mind with your pathetic garbage about Wrackspurts?"
"With all due respect, sir," said Luna seriously. "You're being quite unpleasant"
The man was furious. "Insolent little—"
But Luna wasn't finished yet. "Anyway," she continued on as if she hadn't heard. "My Mummy says that there isn't enough space in the world for unpleasant people. Then Daddy says one day, all three of us will build a rocket and load the unpleasant people onto it. Then we'll send it off!" Luna lifted her hands to the sky and twirled in a circle for emphasis.
Mr. Malfoy was so furious he choked on his own tongue. And turned blue.
"Are you okay?" Luna asked, fascinated.
"Oh, he's fine," said Draco "He does that all the time when he's angry. Take no notice."
Mr. Malfoy turned eggplant purple. His blue eyes looked strange among the purple.
"Well..." Draco hesitated. "So...about when are you going to build this rocket?"
"Mummy says it's just a joke, but I know that it's not. One day we really are going to make it. As soon as we save enough money," explained Luna.
"Oh, you can use my inheritance!" said Draco. "I'd like to help." He looked at his dad as if looking forward to the day where he could shove him aboard the rocket and say goodbye forever.
Mr. Malfoy turned black.
"That's very kind of you, but I think Daddy wants to save the money himself," beamed Luna.
"Oh," Draco looked disappointed. "That'll take ages then. And I probably won't be allowed to ever see you again."
"Oh, that's okay!" smiled Luna. "we'll see each other at Hogwarts when we go! I'm sure we'll have saved up by then, it's in six years!"
Mr. Malfoy fainted. The thud when he hit the ground was accompanied not long after by a sound like something wet exploding.
"Ah, his liver's popped again," said Draco happily. "now it has to be magically fixed and he has to be in bed for a week at least. Mummy and I are going to have so much fun in that time. His liver always pops when he gets overly mad. Well, better take him to Mummy!" he seized a handful of Mr. Malfoy's long hair and began dragging him to Madame Malkim's.
"Goodbye!" he said. "See you in six years!"
"Bye!" said Luna. "And don't forget!"
"I won't!" said Draco. And he dragged his dad around the corner.