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Unfocused blue eyes stared out an open window, rain falls in an unrecognizable pattern; the soft pitter patter echoes though the stone corridor. The air was thick with humidity from the result of a summer storm, bare feet slick on the cool ground, a soft voice humming a long forgotten tune. A light breeze caresses her fair skin, ruffling hair that falls in haphazard waves. Her beauty is unique, unconventional; her confidence does not come from ego, but from her heart. She believes in the unknown, the underdog, she believes in herself.

She turns from the window, drifting further down the hallway. She hears someone approaching her, but she does not react.

Draco rounds the corner, his face scrunched in worry. He notices her and stops.

"Well if it isn't Loony Lovegood, what are you doing wandering around the castle without shoes?" His posture is rigid as the arrogance spews from his mouth like a broken dam, in hopes to mask the slight tremble of his voice, and the nervous shift in his eyes.

She pretends not to notice, and her reply is soft and dreamy, "My shoes seem to have gone missing again. It happens quite a lot though; I suspect the Nargles are behind it."

He sneers, "You're bloody insane."

She looks at him for the first time since the start of their conversation. Her eyes are glazed over, but he feels as if she's staring right through him, deciphering his soul.

"It's a curious thing; sanity. People's sanity is measured by those around them, and judged with a specific set of ideals, when sanity should be measured, not by others, but by one's self. "

He looked hopelessly lost.

Her voice is quiet, her eyes boring into his, "If one were to think that Nargles were real, and Wrackspurts really did make your thought go fuzzy, but was labeled insane, who is to say that one really is? Or if doing something that felt wrong to you, but in the eyes of the people you're surrounded by, was made out to be completely right or justified, does that make you insane? You're feeling something different than those around you, but you don't know why you feel that way. Certainly the people around you are telling you it's the right thing, that you're not doing anything wrong, but daresay you object to their ways, you're crazy, you're loony, you're insane. Is one actually insane? Simply because you disagree or believe in something else?"

The color drains from his face, he looks down at the green apple in his hand. He looks physically ill, emotions briefly flitting across his face before he pulls himself together and looks back at her. His face is stony, his mouth is set in a hard line, the muscles around his eyes are slightly scrunched, but everything he feels, swirls dangerously within stormy grey eyes.

She looks back out the window, "I'm sorry Luna." he murmurs softly.

She smiles as he walks past her. "Oh and Draco?"

He looks at her, her face serious, eyes sharp, "You're just as sane as I am."

He smiles and turns to walk away but stops when a question bubbles up, he spins around to ask it, but the words die on his lips.

She was gone.