Luna is weird.

Well at least that's what everybody says.

But in her own weird way she does something that drives a certain person almost to madness.

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It was quiet in the otherwise busy library.

Normally you could hear people whispering to one another or the sound of pages turning, but today that was kept within bounds.

In one of the more remote parts of the library someone sat intently bent over a book.

The half-finished Potions essay was laid out on the table beside him.

Eyes flew on the last line, as he already turned the page. The quill scratched on the slightly rough parchment, while he wrote.

Blaise really needed to finish this essay today, if he didn't want to completely fail Potions tomorrow morning.

He took a quick glance at what he had accomplished so far.

Deep breaths filled the air.

It was all so long-winded and misshapenly written that it almost seemed to be mocking him.

However, he had long given up on trying to perfect his handwriting, there was just no point.

As long as he could just barley make out the letters then Professor Snape would accept it...

After all the Potions master and Head of house was known to favor the Slytherins.

Suddenly the chair at the other end of the table was pulled back.

Surprised, he looked up.

The first thing he could see was long blonde hair, followed by pale skin and a blue uniform.

Ravenclaw, clearly.

He raised his eyebrow.

Could it be, that the world was coming to an end and nobody had told him?

Since when do a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin sit at the same table?

Blaise slowly put his quill down, leaned back and watched the person who had just sat down at the other end of the table.

She calmly took her things out of her school bag, her small radish earrings swaying as she moved.

Then she looked up, directly into his eyes.

"Hello." She said in a quiet, dreamy voice.

Now Blaise raised his other eyebrow.

She turned back to her books and parchments, what also prompted him to start writing on his essay again, though he was still a little surprised.

For a few minutes nothing happened.

Only the scratching of quills and the occasionally rustle of pages could be heard in the otherwise silent library.

Blaise had just managed to familiarize himself with the material of his essay, as her voice rang out again.

"You're wearing green."

Confused, he looked up into her gray eyes which looked at him dreamily.

"I like green.", Was the next thing she said.

"Ok..." He replied flabbergasted.

Blaise's face bore witness of pure disbelief.

What's the matter with her?

"Thats the Nargles." She whispered.

"Nargles?"

Now he was completely confused.

"Yes."

She replied and grinned slightly before refocusing on her tasks.

Blaise blinked.

Something was definitely wrong here.

"What exactly are Nargles supposed to be?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

Her robe rustling slightly at the gesture.

"I don't know. I've Never seen one." She said leaning forward slightly.

"But I'm convinced that they exist." She whispered conspiratorially.

Blaise narrowed his eyes and put some more distance between himself and the girl.

This woman was not safe.

Definitely not safe.

He watched as she leaned backn on to her chair, and started working again.

She rocked her head gently back and forth, as if listening to a clock, which was granted only she could hear.

His pen was intact on a tight described sheet of parchment, which seemed to be frolicking just enough on the big table.

The bright light that streamed through the large windows circled on the slightly yellowed surface.

The dark wood of the table glowed reddish on under this bill.

To him, it all seemed so unreal.

So fake.

He could not understand what was behind this girl.

Her whole logic threw at him off.

She seemed to be lost in her own world.

As if nobody else was there.

Although her hand flew at a steady pace over the parchment, it seemed like an illusion.

"Nargles..." Blaise whispered softly and shook his head.

He took grabbed his and buried his thoughts firmly back in the crushing burdens of the textbook.

Hours passed in which he just sat there and did his homework.

Luna did not seem to have the slightest desire to strike up a cinversation anytime soon, so neither of them moved from the spot and instead went about their work.

Sometime in the early evening hours Blaise closed the large Potion book with a loud tud.

Luna looked up because of the noise and regarded him with an unreadable look.

Blaise scrunched his eyebrows together.

There it was again, this strange feeling.

"What is it?"

She shook her head.

"You're done." It was a statement.

"Looks that way."

It surprised him that he was honest.

She seemed kind of funny.

Blaise stood up, straightened his robes briefly and then grabbed his things.

Luna said nothing, merely watched him.

When Blaise clamped his books under his arm, and picked up the last rolls of parchment, he heard a gentle whisper in his ear.

"Blaise Zabini."

He turned around slowly, very slowly towards her.

He could not see her face in the dim light, only her oversized radish earrings which swayed slightly.

So she knew his name.

Interesting.

"Yes, I am." He said slowly, warily.

"And who are you, if I may ask?"

She had made him curious.

"I'm Luna."

She looked up, put the bag over her shoulder, ready to go.

"Luna Lovegood"

And with that, she took a step forward, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

The smell of her blond hair rose to his nose.

It was as strange as that person in front of him.

A broad smile on her face as she stood properly again.

Due to the unusual closeness he noticed the small dimples around her mouth.

Then she turned around.

Her blue cape billowing up, her blonde hair flew as she started to walk and eventually disappeared from his sight.

Blaise was still standing there as if he had just seen a ghost.

A female, but still a ghost.

Scattered he ran his fingers through his hair.

A smile spread across his lips.

Loony Lovegood.

He shook his head.

He should have known.

He picked up the last of his things and and made his way out of the library.

Now it was officially confirmed.

Luna Lovegood is crazy.

She is clearly insane.