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Harry James Potter (sonofastag) wrote in wished,

Harry had been a little hard to find, since he, Hermione, and Ron returned to school late. He was usually either in class, or closeted with Hermione and Ron. Or, sometimes, talking with Dumbledore. Mostly though, Dumbledore did what he always had done - leaving them to sort it out. It was frustrating, but at least they had SOME kind of headway now. If they could just find Mundungus Fletcher, then maybe they could suss out what to do next. Hermione was about ready to pull her hair out. And probably Mundungus', too, if they ever found him.

He needed SOME time though, and Harry pled a headache and left Hermione and Ron tucked into the corner of the library - Hermione a lot more enthusiastic about being there then Ron - heading down the halls toward the front of the castle.

Harry'd thought about fetching his broom and going for a fly, but decided against it. He'd seen younger years out there most afternoons, practicing for Quidditch tryouts. He wasn't avoiding everyone, but Harry didn't fancy spending the afternoon having people ask him about their chances of making the Gryffindor team this year. Especially when he wasn't even Captain. He was happy for Ginny, but passing it up still stung, a bit.

He was almost out the doors without seeing anyone he really knew well enough to chat with when he spotted Luna. He stopped a few feet inside the big doors, smiling. Harry's eyes flickered toward the oranges hanging from her ears.

Luna was. . . uniquely herself. Something Harry appreciated about her. "Hey, Luna," he greeted, taking in the sketchpad. He'd have seen her soon enough at the DA, since he was fairly sure they'd be meeting up sooner rather than later. But it was better to see her now, when there weren't loads of people about. Harry had learned how to lead the DA the first time around - but he wasn't strictly comfortable with everyone looking to him for answers he didn't actually have, sometimes. Luna had a different perspective than most, and while she'd been in the D.A., Harry got the impression that him not knowing what was going on wouldn't really throw her, no matter that most people seemed to think he must know more than he said. (Which he did, sometimes. But now always.) "How's the year starting off for you, then?" he asked, reaching to push his glasses up on his nose a bit.