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BellaCullen96 said:
Hmm, I amor them all but my absolute fav is Draco! Such a hottie, and he's so sensitive too! :)
Luna is also so awesome, I wish I could meet her!
Some of my fav Luna quotes:
"Mistletoe," dicho Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking," dicho Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles."
"Nobody's ever asked me to a party before, as a friend! Is that why tu dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine, too?"
"The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They're working from within to bring down the Ministry of Magic using a combination of Dark magic and gum disease."
"I'll distract them all," she said. "Use your Cloak." And before he could say a word, she had cried, "Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!" and pointed out the window.
"Daddy, look — one of the gnomes actually bit me!"
"And that's Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle," dicho a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. "He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him. I think it was probably on purpose, it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he's playing them — oh, look, he's lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, she's very nice. . . ."
Harry stared down at the commentator's podium. Surely nobody in their right mind would have let Luna Lovegood commentate? But even from above there was no mistaking that long, dirty-blonde hair, nor the collar of butterbeer corks. . . . Beside Luna, Professor McGonagall was looking slightly uncomfortable, as though she was indeed having segundo thoughts about that appointment.
". . . but now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble — no, Buggins —"
"It's Cadwallader!" dicho Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed.
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Ginny and Demelza scored a goal apiece, giving the red-and-gold-clad supporters below something to cheer about. Then Cadwallader scored again, making things level, but Luna did not seem to have noticed; she appeared singularly uninterested in such mundane things as the score, and kept attempting to draw the crowd's attention to such things as interestingly shaped clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed to maintain possession of the Quaffle for longer than a minute, was suffering from something called "Loser's Lurgy."
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