The Raven's Call

Wrackspurts

Sunday, September 1st, 1996

The train rolls into the Hogwarts station, and I await most people to get off before packing up my things.

"Oh, hello Atticus."
I hear a familiar voice.

"Luna!"
I say, looking up to see her wearing some spectrespecs like the model on the stack of Quibblers she held in her hands.

"What are those for?"
I ask her.

"Wrackspurts. I'm looking for any sign of the first years having them so we can deal with them early."
She informs me.

"What's a Wrackspurt?"
I ask with a grin.

"They're invisible creatures. They float in your ears and make your brain go fuzzy."
She smiles back to me.

"Do I have any Wrackspurts?"
I ask, my smile growing.

"Nope, your brain's as clear as a whistle."
She giggles in response.

"Perfect."
I grin, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"Would you like me to come with you while you search the rest of the train?"

"Oh, yes. That would be lovely."
She smiles as she continues down the corridor of the train.

We walk together for a bit until we reach the cabin where the Slytherins usually hang out during the ride. Luna stops, pulls out her wand with her free hand and casts.
"Finite."

Suddenly, Harry Potter appears, laying on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. He slowly stands.
"Hello Harry."
Luna says, removing her glasses.

"Luna, Atticus..!"
Harry mumbles as he scrambles to his feet.
"How'd you know where I was?"

"Wrackspurts. Your head's full of 'em."
She simply says, which makes me chuckle a little.

"Come on, Potter."
I say, patting him on the shoulder before escorting him out of the train.

We walk from the train station towards the castle, unfortunately we had to walk the whole way, as there were no carriages left. Which is fine, I get to spend time with Luna, though Harry is being a third wheel.

"Sorry I made you miss the carriages, by the way, guys."
Harry speaks up as we arrive at the gates.

"That's alright."
I say with a smile.

"It was like being with a friend."
Luna says, also with a smile.

"Oh, I am your friend, Luna."
Harry says.

"That's nice."
Luna replies before we get stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"Oh, about time. I've been looking all over for you three."
He grumbles as he looks over his piece of parchment.
"Right. Names?"

"Professor Flitwick, you've known me for five years."
Harry responded with a raised brow.

"No exceptions, Potter."
He replies, making Luna and I smile.