The girl with an un-known name begins to find company.

I smiled back-now there was an idea - growing some weird plum in the greenhouses.

It was frustrating to have notes to read, company to talk to and weird smells to investigate....and I couldn’t do any of them.

“You spend too much time with that Looney girl.”

“Her name is Luna.”

“Whatever.”

The Sorting Hat was right, she did belong in Ravenclaw. And yet, even though there was no reason to, it placed her in Slytherin? Surely an immature crush at the age of eleven couldn’t persuade a wise old hat to ignore the rules?

“And I thought it was just a case of the Oglots! They’re a member of the nargle family you know!”

“Wait, let’s go by the kitchens. I haven’t eaten in days, and now I think I could devour a whole hippogriff.” Seren replied, leading me down a different corridor, one I hadn’t ever been down before.

“I don’t think one would taste nice. Not to mention that oaf would probably set his skrewts on you.”

I stared wide eyed in horror at the professor. Surely he wasn’t asking us to break the law? On each other? I couldn’t even hurt Potter if it came to it. Not in a cold blood situation like this.

“I don’t want to do this. I was an idiot....even over summer; I thought being a Death Eater....I wanted to be like my father. I wanted to....but now....Seren, I can’t do it, but I have to. If I don’t, I’ll die.”

“Oh Draco! Where do you think half of your music comes from? Honestly, it isn’t just reserved for High Society Pureblood Wizarding Snobs, you know....or are you suggesting that is was Leopold Mozart and the Magical Violin?”

“But please, tell me one thing...what in Merlin’s name are plimpies?!” He laughed as he said it, causing me to tumble off the sofa.

Images of bouncing ferrets filled my imagination as a response to the previous thought. Owls continued to hoot mournfully at the disturbance, and others crunched on bones.

****SPOILERS****
"You're my best friend Luna...." I trailed off....I really didn't know what else to say.

"You're my best friend too, Seren."

“Aaaaah, Master Malfoy” I nearly screamed. He still caught me unawares, tapping my shoulder lightly and scaring the life right from my ribcage.

....I was scared to leave for my mother’s sake. I had felt her heart beat the night I had arrived, and I knew her love for me at least was not faked.

Could I fake Seren’s death somehow....

...I found myself clutching at Draco’s robes, the smell of his washing over me and pulling me further in before I fell back into the oblivion I longed for....