Nothing belongs to me.
XIII: Discrepant
A loud snort of laughter broke the heavy silence in the library.
Ginny stopped giggling, though, at the thought of Madam Pince's reaction to noise. The last thing she needed was the beady eyed woman to swoop down at them. She suppressed a shudder, turning back to her Defensive Theory (ugh) essay.
"Luna…that's ridiculous!"
Ginny had just finished recalling her latest run in with the Amazing Bouncing Ferret when Luna said something that made her belief of Wackspurts seem normal.
"No, really." Luna urged. "Think about it, Ginny. "Because of your discrepancies, it is almost surely guaranteed that you and Draco will get together!"
"Not so loud, Luna!" Ginny hissed, casting a frightened look around the innumerable shelves of books.
"He's the ice and you're the fire. Opposites attract, Ginny!" Luna twirled the quill in her hands, absentmindedly, before adding, "You do have some similarities too, you know."
All this time, Ginny shook her head feverishly.
"It will snow in hell the day I pronounce my love for that bastard."
Luna blinked. "Cornelius Fudge should better pack a snow suit then."
The two dissolved into peals of laughter. Ginny packed away her things, wiping away the tears of mirth in her eyes.
There was no way she would be able to work on that essay now.