She was the Moon, He was the Stars

This was supposed to be a safe space for the nargles

As I was walking down the hallway, I couldn't help but notice the strange atmosphere in the air. It seemed as if something terrible had happened, everyone was talking in whispers, and looking at each other nervously, and watching me as I walked down the hallway.

And it definitely wasn't because of my radish earrings again, I've been wearing them for over two weeks now? Plus, they really bring out the blue hue in my silvery gray eyes.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of people's whispers.

"Wait till Loony sees this."

"Lovegood's going to freak."

"Like she isn't already one."

Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to take a closer look at the notice board. I wondered what could have happened that's making everyone crowd around it.

Of course. Another notice from Umbridge.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw what it read:

"Any student found in possession of the Magazine the Quibbler will be expelled."

My eyes widened as I read the notice, and my face flushed with rage. Was she really going to go to such an extreme length to shut down my magaz- my father's magazine?

"That does it!" I exclaimed. "She can't just ban a whole magazine!" I was so mad I could feel my anger boiling over.

I watched out of the corner of my eyes as people stared at me.

My frustration continued as I was greeted by the riddle-loving bronze door knocker in the Ravenclaw Tower. I scowled at the eagle-shaped knocker."

Not to my surprise, the knocker began speaking, "David's mother has five children. their names are March, April, May, June, and... " it asked me, but I cut it off before it could finish.

"David was killed in a horrible accident with his father when he was only a few weeks old. However, David's mother refuses to accept that he is dead, demanding people that they refer to her as David's mother."

It paused, "That is uhm technically correct," it responded, its bronze eyes squinting at me in annoyance.

I turned and stormed into the common room, still fuming over Umbridge's injustice. I sat at the fireplaces, my eyes glazing over the burning flames, thinking about how unfair this all was. Umbridge's ban of "The Quibbler" was just one more injustice in a long line of them.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself as I paced back and forth in the common room, venting my anger. I was so mad I could feel the veins in my forehead pulsing, and my hands felt clammy with frustration. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of people's whispers, and I turned to see a group of students staring at the notice board in shock.

"You see, Luna should just stick to her little magazine," one of them said, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, "Oh wait she can't even do that anymore."

"Yeah, she's just making herself look bad," another chimed in, sneering at me. I could feel my face flare up in anger, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I turned away from them and stomped over to the window, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

I sighed and leaned my forehead against the cool glass, staring out at the Hogwarts grounds below. It was late at night, and the moon was hanging high in the sky, casting a silvery light over the grounds. For once, the beauty of the Hogwarts grounds didn't do anything to dampen my anger. I was still fuming.

I turned away from the window and sat down on one of the sofas in the common room, my mind racing with thoughts. I had to do something. Anything. But what? I sat there for a long time, lost in thought, until finally, an idea began to form in my mind.

It was risky, but it was the only thing I could think of. I stood up and headed straight for the door, my mind made up. I was going to fight back against Umbridge and her ban of "The Quibbler," and I was going to do it my own way.

I made my way up to my room, where I kept some extra paper and ink. I quickly gathered what I needed and set to work, my hands trembling with excitement. I worked through the night, magically creating copies of "The Quibbler."

I kept making copies of "The Quibbler," the words flowing freely from my magic pen. Finally, just as the sun began to rise, I had a stack of freshly printed copies.

The next morning I gathered the magazines, each one still warm from my makeshift printing press, and headed to the common room. I walked out into the common room, my shoulders set and my jaw set determinedly, my copies of "The Quibbler" clutched in my hands

I cleared my throat and announced, "I have something to say, people! Umbridge has banned The Quibbler. But that doesn't mean she can shut down my father's magazine!" I brandished the copies of the magazine in my hand, the pages rustling. "This is not fair! But I'm going to fight this ban. I'm going to sell these magazines, and I'm going to show Umbridge that we will not be silenced!"

My heart raced as I looked at the crowd of students.

And then, the air grew still. There was a beat of silence, and everyone stared at me with a mix of curiosity and wariness in their eyes.

And then, one by one, everyone began to shake their heads.

"I'm not interested."

"No, sorry."

"No thanks."

And the crowd began to disperse, leaving me standing there, holding my copies of "The Quibbler" and feeling dejected. I watched as everyone walked away.

I sighed and slumped into a chair, all my hard work had been for nothing. I looked again at the pile of unsold magazines on the table, their pages rustling in the silent common room. And then, the first rays of sunlight began to stream in through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything.

I went down to the Great Hall for breakfast when I heard someone say, "Hey, I heard you were selling copies of the Quibbler."

"Yes, well I don't think anyone's interested."

"I'll take one."