Luna Lovegood was known at Hogwarts as… well, a little strange for six years now. Most students called her “weird,” but she didn’t mind at all—in fact, she thought of it as a compliment. Unfortunately, not everyone was so kind. Some took advantage of her oddness, teasing her and even hiding her things just to see her struggle.

Tonight was no different. Luna walked quietly down the empty halls, barefoot, because some Ravenclaws had taken all her shoes. She hadn’t even bothered going to the Great Hall for dinner; she was too busy looking for them. As she wandered around, her hair catching the soft torchlight, she noticed someone standing in the shadows, smoking: You.

She tilted her head, her silvery-blue eyes calm but curious. In her soft, airy voice, she said, “You know… those aren’t very good for your health.”