“How’s your summer?”
“What did you do?”
“Oh…the family went to—“
These were the snitches of conversation Luna had heard and encountered after she had said her farewells to Ginny and walked inside the Great Hall. Back in the past few years, her reaction to this thing is quite silent .Technically, she would understand this matter since of course; the students just came back from a long summer vacation. Usually, she would just sit at the Ravenclaw table, read something (The Quibbler, mostly) and wait patiently until Professor Dumbledore declares the start of the term feast.
However, since this year is TOTALLY not the same as the others, Luna found herself rather cynical towards the whole thing. Well, in the girl’s defense though, her mood was not this bad back in the train—though she was bathed by the foul defense mechanism of Neville’s cactus thingy named Mimbulus Mimbletonia and Hermione Granger called the magical creatures section of The Quibbler a total bunch of rubbish. Actually, this outlook only reeled in when Draco Malfoy began giving her totally weird looks.
At first, Luna was not thrown by it. She thought it’s just one of the boy’s menacing looks since long and behold, he had done that during his ‘little visit’ at their compartment (if shouting ridicules is considered one). When they had clambered up the thestral carriages though, (She can’t see them, but she knew that they were there and Harry Potter had proved it) it’s a totally different story. Draco happened to walked by that time and it never really failed the girl’s notice—as observant as she was—that when that particular strange look clambered up on his features again, he was directing it straight to her.
With a wild beating heart, Luna thanked Merlin that her companions are busy and haven’t notice the exchange. She would rather crawl up and hide under a basilisk than them knowing; to be honest. Well? What would they say? The girl knew they absolutely loathed the guy and she didn’t want to be under that ray too.
“Hey Luna.” A voice said from her behind making the girl snap out of her thoughts. With a little turn in the head she then registered the owner of the voice which is currently holding a camera and grinning broadly.
“Hello Colin” she said while forcing a smile. Guilt ensued in her gut again.
Colin’s eyes twinkled, went to sat beside the girl while at the same time, pointedly blocking the whispers of: “Look, it’s Loony and the Stalker…”
“You know, you can walk away if you want to… I mean, it’s not worth having you bullied because of me…” Luna said.
“Really Luna, since when do I care what people think?”
The ravenclaw smiled at him gratefully before sending a wave at the little Dennis Creevey who is sitting at the Gryffindor table and beaming broadly at her. Then, she asked;
“As much as I like that Col…I still want to clear something up—not that I’m being rude or anything of course— it’s just that, what are you doing here? I mean…am I missing something? We don’t really talk that much during the start of the term feast.”
The boy became gob smacked.
“Well, er- one of the reasons I came here is to give you this…” Colin said, while at the same time turning red and rubbing his hand behind her neck. “It’s your pictures…you know the one I took last term? Er…uh… uhm…if you don’t want to—“
Luna, who was already staring and holding at the pictures, immediately hit the stack of photo papers on boy’s forehead.
“Here you go on the babbling again. The photos are really really nice and I actually like it. ”
The Gryffindor’s face turned redder.
The Ravenclaw giggled and touched a photo where she is seen drinking a nice cup of butterbeer.
“Really. Honestly Col, they’re exquisite”
“Well…” Colin said while smiling “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking during the summer…”
Luna placed the photos on the table and gave him a mischievous smirk.
“Uh-oh… this is about the dungbombs right?”
The Gryffindor looked at her strangely before bursting out into hysterics.
“Merlin!” he exclaimed “ No… no…I don’t think I have the courage to put dungbombs in Professor Mcgonagall’s office. She’s actually a lot scarier than people deemed her to be.”
The Rvenclaw raised her brows.
“So…what is this all about?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about taking photography after school…”
Luna waved her hand in a ‘Go on’ motion.
“Like that’s not shocking Col… and…?”
Colin nervously looked at his brother from the Gryffindor table who is currently staring smugly before turning back his attention to the girl. However, just before he can utter a single syllable, a prefect shouted at him to go back to his own table since McGonagall is about to enter the hall.
Sighing, the boy stood up and said “See you later Luna” before leaving.
As confusing as it is for him, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but smirk as he looked at Creevey stalking away towards the table of goons. It was bloody disgusting that he is batting his eyes at Lovegood and all he wanted to do is to beat the living daylights out of him.
“I mean who’s that crazy enough to like that loon?” he thought while shifting his gaze from the Ravenclaw table towards the small stage of the hall where Professor McGonagall stood with the sorting hat. The entire school watched with anticipation until a few seconds later, the hat then opened its mouth and began singing:
In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world’s best magic school
And pass along their learning.
“Together we will build and teach!”
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffndor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Huffepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, “We’ll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest.”
Said Ravenclaw, “We’ll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest.”
Said Gryffindor, “We’ll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,”
Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same.”
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I’m for,
But this year I’ll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it’s wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we’ll crumble from within.
I have told you, I have warned you. . . .
Let the Sorting now begin.
Draco along with the other students clapped after the song. However, despite this action, the Slytherin couldn’t help but scoff and roll his eyes together with all his housemates.
“As if I’m going to be friendly with those goons” he said to Blaise Zabini, who was across from him and looking annoyed as he was.
Blaise nodded and shook his head.
“What’s more, it’s expecting us to be friendly with those Hufflepuff losers…” he said. “Merlin! I’m going to die first before approaching one of those imbeciles”
Draco laughed in agreement before focusing again at the sorting which ended having ‘Zeller Rose’ for the house of losers. After that, as usual, Dumbledore stood up, give his speech and told everyone to eat.
The boy then of course—like his schoolmates— immediately, grabbed the nearest food and nibbed it at his own risk. Everything was going so well when suddenly a sharp pain danced inside his head making Draco gasp and drop his fork. Thankfully, no one seem to have seen him lose his cool making the boy smile gratefully as he began to raise his fork again towards his pie.
“This must be one of the symptoms” he thought nervously while shooting his gaze towards Lovegood for confirmation. Not surprisingly, the girl is currently looking confused and massaging her forehead.
Draco sighed heavily and shook his head.
“Yep. This is it…” he grumbled. “Thank you so much mother”