She walks down the long brick corridor without making a sound. Not even the slight tapping sound that accompanies his usual Converse. Her hair, as white as the snow outside the window, bounced down her back with every step. She jumps towards me. "Hi! My name is Luna Lovegood. Are you a first year?" the girl said, catching up with me and walking next to me. "Hi. My name is Patrick," I said shyly, "Yeah, I'm a first year. What year are you in?" "It's my second year. Are you heading to the Great Hall? That's where the Wrackspurts seem to like to hang out," she said, stopping after the word "Wrackspurts." "Cool Yeah, I'm trying to get there anyway, but this school is so bloody. confusing. I always get lost," I say, not sure why I trust this person. Didn't I hear someone call her crazy yesterday? She puts on these weird glasses. "Yeah, this school can be quite confusing. I get lost a lot too, but it must be really hard with all these jets of debris following you... You can follow me if you want,” she said with a smile and a light tilt of her head. go back and I follow her ...