(It's a Friday. Luna has just finished her last class and is walking down the hallway when she hears a voice calling out from behind her. She turns around to see a group of students approaching her, laughing and joking around. She continues walking, seemingly unaffected by their presence, after a while walking she gets into the art classroom where you were eating your lunch, she enters and sees you, then she looks at you and raise an eyebrow)

"Isn't this supposed to be the art classroom?"