Chapter One- Loony
“This is the third time, Miss Lovegood!”
Professor Flitwick stood in the middle of the stony hall. The little man’s face was red in anger and she could easily see the tiny veins that throbbed in his forehead, even though it was nearly midnight and the light was dull. He was hissing at a niche she could not really see from her place just around the corner, but she was sure who he was hissing at.
There was something strange about that girl.
It was not because of the several strange little things she used that acted as jewelry, nor was it because her face was more often than not stained. It was not because her hair was the longest she had ever seen, reaching almost her knees, nor was it because she always had that lost, faraway look in her icy eyes.
This girl was different, but it had nothing to do with the way she looked.
She was pretty, sure. Her face has already lost the baby fat most her classmates still had, and she could easily s