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By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Astoria Greengrass knew who Luna Lovegood was. She hadn't known the girl before Hogwarts and still hadn't ever spoken a word to her, but she knew who she was because she kept getting mistaken for her. Older students would see her from behind, catch sight of her long, dark blonde hair and then start chanting things about 'Loony' Lovegood at her – only to pale considerably and stutter out apologies on seeing her face and her Slytherin uniform and realising that she wasn't Luna Lovegood at all.
Daphne had explained to her that Luna Lovegood was a Ravenclaw girl in the year above Astoria's. Her father ran the Quibbler, a silly little publication of no importance that was full of eccentric theories, and by all accounts the girl had inherited her father's strangeness. Astoria, being one of the most grounded people in her year, thought it bizarre that she so often go mistaken for someone who was almost her complete opposite, and even though she had never met the Lovegood girl, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.
That was why, on the last day of term when Astoria caught sight of a blonde girl wearing radish earrings who could only be Luna Lovegood, she couldn't help but be nice to the girl and try to make her life a little easier than it apparently was. It couldn't be nice to have people be unpleasant to and about you all the time, could it?
"Are you Luna?" she asked.
The girl nodded. She had a dreamy look in her blue eyes that struck Astoria as a little bit odd but obviously harmless.
"I thought that you might want your shoes back; Anton Derrick just threw them up onto a chandelier." Not that that was surprising. Derrick was a pain even to the other Slytherins, but throwing a person's shoes up onto a chandelier when they were obviously having to pack to go back home for the summer was more than a little unfair.
"Oh, it's ok. It's just the Wrackspurts."
Astoria blinked, not sure whether she'd just heard what she thought she had.
"Excuse me for asking, but what are Wrackspurts?"
"They hide in people's ears and make their brains go fuzzy," Luna replied matter-of-factly. "So it wasn't him that threw my shoes up there, it was the Wrackspurts."
"Oh," Astoria said. "So why can't I see them?"
"You can only see them when you use Spectrespecs," Luna said as she summoned her shoes back. Astoria noticed that there were butterbeer caps sewn onto the shoes, but because of the brief conversation she'd had with the Ravenclaw it didn't really seem as odd as it should have. "Thank you, by the way. Most people just ignore me completely or think it's fun to hide my things. You're very rare, you know; you must be immune to the Wrackspurts."
"Umm, no problem," Astoria stuttered out, not entirely sure what else to say.
Luna smiled and skipped off down the corridor, humming a strange little tune under her breath. Astoria smiled as well; maybe Luna Lovegood wasn't quite so loony as everyone said she was. Well, maybe.