Ron's brow furrowed as he studied the parchment in his hand.
"Bloody hell. Why does Professor Sangnoir want to know how much
we *weigh*?"
"Language, Ron," Hermione rebuffed him absently. "I'm sure he
has a reason. He's had reasons -- *good* reasons -- for all the
other odd things he's asked us, after all."
"It's just... strange," Harry commented. "And I have no idea
what I weigh. I'm going to have to find s scale somewhere."
"I weigh the same as a duck," said a lilting voice from over his
shoulder, and Harry turned to face Luna Lovegood.
He tried to ask the obvious question, but Hermione beat him to
it, with an oddly suspicious look on her face. "A duck?"
"Why a duck?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes just out of Luna's
sight.
Luna's dreamy gaze grew even more so. "Why-a no chicken?" she
asked in return, and Hermione's eyes grew large.
"Why no..." Ron began to echo, but Luna blithely continued on as
though he hadn't said a word.
"It's obvious, Ronald. I weigh the same as a duck, because I'm
made of wood." She turned her otherworldly eyes more or less in
his direction, and smiled vaguely before meandering off,
apparently aimlessly.
There was a strangled noise next to Harry, who turned to see
Hermione with both hands clapped across her mouth and her own
eyes even larger than before, if that were possible. "Because
she's *made of wood*?" Incredulous, Ron shook his head.
"Mental, that girl. Positively mental."
Hermione slowly lowered her hands as her eyes followed Luna all
the way out of the Great Hall. "Right, mental," she murmured in
an odd tone that prompted Harry to glance curiously at her.
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
"Bloody hell. Why does Professor Sangnoir want to know how much
we *weigh*?"
"Language, Ron," Hermione rebuffed him absently. "I'm sure he
has a reason. He's had reasons -- *good* reasons -- for all the
other odd things he's asked us, after all."
"It's just... strange," Harry commented. "And I have no idea
what I weigh. I'm going to have to find s scale somewhere."
"I weigh the same as a duck," said a lilting voice from over his
shoulder, and Harry turned to face Luna Lovegood.
He tried to ask the obvious question, but Hermione beat him to
it, with an oddly suspicious look on her face. "A duck?"
"Why a duck?" Ron asked, rolling his eyes just out of Luna's
sight.
Luna's dreamy gaze grew even more so. "Why-a no chicken?" she
asked in return, and Hermione's eyes grew large.
"Why no..." Ron began to echo, but Luna blithely continued on as
though he hadn't said a word.
"It's obvious, Ronald. I weigh the same as a duck, because I'm
made of wood." She turned her otherworldly eyes more or less in
his direction, and smiled vaguely before meandering off,
apparently aimlessly.
There was a strangled noise next to Harry, who turned to see
Hermione with both hands clapped across her mouth and her own
eyes even larger than before, if that were possible. "Because
she's *made of wood*?" Incredulous, Ron shook his head.
"Mental, that girl. Positively mental."
Hermione slowly lowered her hands as her eyes followed Luna all
the way out of the Great Hall. "Right, mental," she murmured in
an odd tone that prompted Harry to glance curiously at her.
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.