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Distressed and still Dreamy
Although the majority of people call me "Loony Lovegood" I am sane enough to know that they mean no harm. I try not to take offence at this so-called nickname but every once in w while it gets me down.
I still try and keep up my act to be happy around people, but its becoming harder and harder. No matter how hard I try these things will get me down.
The way people whisper about me in the corridors, and how they "Try" and hide their sniggers when I walk past reading the Quibbler.
One day I will snap and it will take everyone by surprise, me included. I usually blame mythical creatures for the loss of my stuff, but we all know its either the slytherins of insane people. Many people think i'm not hurt by these little things...But its all building up.
I can't talk to dad about it as he's constantly working on the Quibbler and well, you know about my mother...
"Luna?" A fort voice asked. I realised that I had been staring off into space longer than usual.
"Are you alright?" Harry asks again. I just give him a calm smile and nod, hiding my face behind my favourite magazine. I feel like the whole world is against me at the moment...At least I still have Harry on my side though.
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