Wrackspurts and Smonderlaks
Rose was walking to the library to finish her homework while everyone else was at dinner when she came across someone who would change her life for the better. Rose was walking defensively with her head down when she heard a friendly voice say, “Hello, Rose. How are you doing? The wrackspurts and smonderlaks are still bothering you I see.”
Rose looked up in confusion at this strange blonde girl who just spoke to her and simply asked, “Are you talking to me?”
The blonde girl tilted her head and smiled, “Of course. Who else here has smonderlaks bothering them?”
Rose, her confusion not cleared at all, responded with the question that was making her the most befuddled: “But why are you talking to me?”
The blonde merely replied with another question: “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’m a Slytherin, the supposed Heir of Slytherin, and the sister of the Boy-Who-Lived,” Rose answered bitterly. “You should be shunning me or even running away terrified.”
Now the blonde has a confused look on her face and her eyes seemingly searched Rose for something. “But you’re not scary, not like the Heliopaths that the Minister is training for his army.”
“So you’re not going to shun me or run away from me like everyone else?”
“I already told you that you’re not that scary.”
Rose smiled for the first time since Harry had told her that she was evil and he couldn’t trust her anymore. However, she asked one more time to make sure, “So you don’t care that I’m a Slytherin and my brother is the Boy-Who-Lived?”
The blonde furrowed her brows at Rose and replied, “I do care that you’re a Slytherin and the sister to Harry Potter since these characteristics are obviously a huge part of you, even though you seem to not like both of them. Since these characteristics are a part of you and I care about you, I care about them.”
Rose’s eyes began to tear. “Thank you,” she whispered to the blonde.
The blonde waited until Rose composed herself before offering, “Would you like a copy of this month’s Quibbler? It’s a magazine that my daddy is the editor of, and it has the best crossword puzzles. I can help you if you have any trouble with the crossword puzzles.” The blonde smiled at Rose.
Rose beamed back at the blonde. “I would love to have a copy and your help with the crossword puzzle. But first, what’s your name?”
The blonde gave Rose a carefree smile and her name, “Luna Lovegood,” and a friendship between Rose and Luna blossomed.