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Being Neville Longbottom was proving to be very, very difficult. It's not like he meant to leave that list of passwords lying around. He knew it was rather stupid to have them written down in the first place, but they were so hard to remember, especially with that mental Sir Cadugan changing them several times a day.  He certainly wasn't trying to help Sirius Black break into the boy's dormitory. That didn't stop Professor McGonnagal. "What were you thinking?" she screeched. "Leaving those passwords around so ANYONE could find them! Why do you think we have passwords, Mr. Longbottom? Certainly not so that some forgetful, irresponsible l

The rest of the week went better than any time Ginny could remember since before she started Hogwarts. She liked Luna very much, even if she was quite odd, and having a best friend made school much more fun. Luna seemed happier, too- Ginny saw her smiling in the hallways, very different from the faraway, almost sad look she usually wore. The two shared a fondness for Muggle books, which Ginny managed to "borrow" from her father- a Muggle enthusiast- and Luna's mother, also fascinated by Muggle things herself, passed on to her when she was young. The two of them met up that morning under a tree near the lake, and after returning the books t

It was a Wednesday in January. Amanda McDonald and Natalie Lane were sitting in Potions class, listening to Snape drown on about something that was no doubt boring and useless. Amanda tapped her quill against her desk rhythmically, waiting for it to be over. She looked around the classroom at the bored faces of her classmates. Luna Lovegood was reading The Quibbler under her desk. Amanda chuckled. That girl was hilarious. The class ended an eternity later, and the two got out of their seats, and resumed their favorite pastime: picking on Luna "Hey, Luna! That's a GREAT necklace you have there," said Amanda, giggling, as they walked over to

     "OH my GOD, you were amazing!"     "When you told him you'd join him when hell freezes over-"     "And then you just KILLED the thing! You just chopped it's head right off, it was awesome!"     "Amazing!"     "Can I have your autograph?"     "You're my hero!"     "Yes, yes, thank you very much..." Neville managed to close the common room door just before a particularly eager third-year grabbed a piece of his shirt. He turned around and adressed the two girls in front of him, smiling. "Damn," he said with a chuckle. "Kill one snake and bam, you're a stud. I could do without all that high-pitched squeeling, though." "Oh, shu