 13 – Quidditch
He couldn’t get the ridiculous image of Luna’s hat out of his mind. The raven kept squawking loudly over the din of the students.
Ginny tore towards the keeper’s ring with the quaffle in hand. A collective silence ensued, then--
“Gryffindor scores, leading by ten points!”
Neville cheered with the rest, pumping his fist in the air. Beside him, Luna frowned slightly, but tapped the raven to make it screech louder.
“You’re just jealous Gryffindor’s in the lead,” Neville accused jokingly.
She turned to him mildly. “You’re just jealous you’re hatless.” A flicker of a smile appeared on her face.
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