Pig-Hugger

The rest of the train ride passed in a comfortable silence. With a small smirk, Draco opened his bag and produced a copy of The Quibbler, identical to the one in Luna's hand. She glanced up, saw it, smiled, and looked back down, but didn't say a word. He didn't have a regular subscription to the magazine — instead, he sent money with an owl and the next evening, the owl would arrive with a rolled-up copy of the magazine. He'd begun to spend his Tuesday nights in the library, waiting for the owl to arrive. It was the only place he could intercept and read it without arousing suspicion. He glanced up from reading to look out the window a

On Friday, a letter arrived from Luna's father, thanking her for the Every Flavor Beans. As Luna suspected, he was quite pleased with his gift and he thanked her profusely. Nothing else arrived from the mystery gift-sender, though, so by then, she dismissed it as a prank or a fluke. The next Sunday, she was surprised when another parcel was dropped in front of her. The same strangely stilted handwriting spelled out Luna Lovegood on the brown paper, and the letter enclosed was similarly unsigned. Only the gift was different — the exact string and bark she needed for the Jerifanger trap suggested by The Quibbler. The bark was from a rare

Back in her dormitory, Luna took her sweater off and started brushing out her hair. The wind had played havoc to it, and she wondered why she hadn't thought to put it up in a ponytail. She froze. I did. I put my hair up. Where…? She combed her fingers through her hair frantically, but the ribbon wasn't there. It was gone. Oh, no! Against her will, tears welled up. She knew she'd had the ribbon in her hair when she left, so it had to have come out sometime in Hogsmeade. Maybe in The Three Broomsticks… But she'd already returned from Hogsmeade. She wouldn't be allowed to go back, even if she tried. Besides, with the wind that was bl

"Miss Lovegood, please put away those glasses," Professor Umbridge said. She'd just caught sight of the fourth-year in the back row with her strange blue-and-pink glasses. Not bothering to argue anymore, especially with the horrid Umbridge, she calmly slipped them off and put them in her bag. She was used to having at least one seat between her and the person next to her. Having few, if any, friends seldom bothered her, but it could become lonely. Even remembering that her mother was always with her still didn't make it much easier. She was grateful that Umbridge lectured for a half-hour before instructing them to read. It left Luna time to

The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall was overcast that day. Only Luna really took notice of it, however — she craned her neck and gazed up, blissfully unaware of the stares she'd begun to attract. The cloud formations were really quite lovely. The other Ravenclaws around her merely glanced at her and then dismissed her behavior as typical for "Loony" Lovegood. A Hufflepuff or two looked up as well but became bored almost immediately — whatever was on that ceiling was of interest only to the strange blond girl. Neville Longbottom and several other Gryffindors turned towards each other and started whispering. As Luna slowly raised