I rushed with my robes into Snape's classroom. I, of course, barely made it on time, and the burning of my lungs was evident of that fact.
Entering the room, I see tables for where the children participated in the labs and cauldrons filled with the leftovers from potions.
The room was slightly messy and unkempt, which was surprising, to say the least. Severus came to me as the kind of person who seemed more uptight and cleanly than whatever this room was.
"Professor," I called out, hoping to hear from him.
Then I begin to hear the subtle clinks of glass bottles and a low mummer. I begin to walk over towards the noise, smelling the faint scent of writing paper and mugwort.
The Professor was on his ladder with a small notebook in hand and a quill in the other. His quill moved steadily as he pointed at the bottles one by one accounting for each item on the shelf.
"Professor, I am here to serve my detention," I said softly.
He did not respond, only continuing his counting. So I repeated myself once again, this time a little bit louder.
"Professor, I am here to serve my detention," I exclaimed out.
He looked forward in irritation, then snapped the notebook with one hand. "Obviously, I know why you are here. And there is no need to shout when it is just you and I.
My cheeks flush slightly red in embarrassment. "Of course, I just thought you couldn't hear me," I said.
"Anyone could hear your voice Ms. Lupin; it is not that hard to miss," he says, opening back up his notebook scribbling into the pages.
I chuckled a bit, "I hope that is a good thing."
He does not respond, only looking further ahead of him ever so often picking up a bottle.
"So what am I supposed to do exactly," I asked.
Professor Snape rolled back his eyes in pure annoyance. "I do believe you have walked into my classroom with your own two feet, correct."
I nodded, not getting the point.
"And you saw the cauldrons at the tables," he said.
I nodded once more, still not understanding what he was saying.
"It is surprising to see that although you are one of the brightest students in potions, you could be so painfully unaware."
My head slowly started to piece the puzzles together, and as if a fire was lit in my head, I realized my task.
My face contorted, and my eyebrows narrowed. "So you are saying I have to clean up everything there by myself," I said in shock.
He nodded, not even glancing over at me. "I am glad Mr. Weasely's stupidity has not rubbed off on you."
I bit my tongue in order not to get in trouble. My mouth was telling me to give him a piece of my mind for insulting my friend; however, I was already in trouble, and I did not want to make matters worse on myself.
"However, I am not so cruel to have you do all that by yourself. Luckily there is someone else who will be joining you in your punishment," he says.
Who on earth could also have gotten in trouble with me. Then slowly, I smelled a hint of lavender and lemongrass enter.
"Did you open a bottle of lavender sir," I asked Professor Snape?
He slightly grinned, asking me why.
I responded, "Because the room has begun to fill up with the smell of it."
A voice then began to speak behind me, "I find lavenders to be quite lovely."
I turn around to find Luna behind me.
Smiling widely, I looked at her. "Hello Luna, what are you doing here?"
Luna looked at me slightly before answering, "I had gotten detention for distracting the class. What about you?"
For a moment, I thought I had heard anger from her voice. However, that could not be possible? It was Luna, and she had no reason to be bad at me.
"Well, your fellow classmate had cast a spell to defend the honor of Ms. Granger," Professor Snape said condescendingly.
"Oh, is that so you must think of yourself as a real knight in shining armor, "she said in her soft voice but with a hint of bitterness.
"No, of course not. My friend was insulted, and someone needed to be taught a lesson. But, even if the execution of it was not right," my eye somewhat wondered to the Professor, seeing what he would say.
"So you and Hermoine are just friends," she said.
I nod my head, "Of course; what else would she be? My twin sister, she would probably be the less attractive one, though."
Luna's shoulders seemed to relax for a moment. I could sense she was no longer whatever she was.
"That is true that you shouldn't take everything into your own hands; it could be quite tiresome," she said.
Her blue eyes twinkled and her soft, light smile.
Somehow I felt like I was in the clear, not sure for what, but I am glad I was.
"Like father like daughter," Snape whispered under his breath.
What did he mean by that?
I shake my head, just happy that I had a chance to talk with Luna. What would we talk about?
Maybe we could talk about her day?
I wondered if she had a good day after the game?
Then the thought of the conversation that had happened only moments ago.
"Is Harry seeing anyone," her kind voice had said in the field moments ago?
My heart begins to cringe at the thought of how she mentioned another slowly. It made no sense that we were friends.
I want to be her friend so very badly.
Yet why do I not want her to be with Harry?
I know Harry will treat her right and be nice to her, but I did not want that to happen.
But a friend is supposed to look out for the other and help them through every endeavor, even romantic ones.
Maybe it is because I just want her to be my friend. Harry already has Ron and Hermoine.
They say they are my friends, but I know they are only my friends because I am friends with Harry.
That must be the reason and the only reason,
"We are supposed to clean the cauldrons and tidy up the room," I say in a calm voice,
She nodded and smiled, "That does not seem that bad. I once had to clean a nest of Blibbering Humdingers."
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What is a Blibbering Humdingers."
"It is a magical beast, of course. A slug-like creature that has lovely lights of red almost like a thousand hearts burning at once."
My eyes were curious about such a creature, "Does one truly exist!"
Luna Lovegood seemed surprised at my sudden excitement.
I begin to scramble through my robe pocket to pull out a small book with a pencil attached.
"So you said it looks like a slug with what," I ask, my pencil hitting the page.
"What is that," she points to my notebook.
I look down at my book. "Oh, this is my small catalog book. Similar to Newt, Scamander where he wrote a book about bizarre creatures. Do you know him?"
She nodded her head fiercely, "Yes, I do! I find the interesting creatures to be quite fascinating. Although I was upset about the lack of older creatures that were not represented in the book."
She then continued to talk as we cleaned the cauldrons. My eyes stayed only on her throughout it. And I don't know why but i wanted, even more, to be even closer with her.
Maybe even more than friends.
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