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Hearing the question, Luna turned her head and looked up at him, completely unfazed, like he'd just asked her the weather.

Draco figured she must be thinking about his family's reputation, probably why she hadn't answered till now.

Not that it mattered. Everyone knew Lucius Malfoy was working for the Dark Lord. Sure, no one had actual proof, but come on. That was like pretending the sky might not be blue.

Did he feel bad about it? Maybe.

Did he care? Not particularly.

Oh well.

Sighing, he was about to keep walking when she finally spoke.

"No. Someone knocked into me."

Draco paused mid-step, raising a brow. That was… oddly normal.

Too normal.

He eyed her, waiting for the catch, but nope. Her expression was as calm and dreamy as ever, like she'd just stated the most obvious fact in the world.

Which, to be fair, she had.

Still, he wasn't about to let it slide just yet. Smirking, he tilted his head, fully committing to the whole classic villain act. Folded arms, lazy stance, just missing a dramatic cloak billowing behind him.

"And let me guess," he drawled, dragging out the words just enough to sound vaguely mocking, "whoever knocked into you just mysteriously vanished into thin air?"

Luna blinked, considering. "No, they walked away. I suppose they were in a hurry."

Draco stared.

That was it? That was all she had to say?

No complaints? No passive-aggressive "Oh, people should be more careful" nonsense? No dramatic retelling of how she was cruelly shoved aside by some faceless, inconsiderate idiot? Just... they were in a hurry?

He rocked back slightly on his heels, eyes narrowing.

"Right. And you just let them?"

Luna kept gathering her things, moving like this entire conversation was nothing more than background noise. "They seemed like they needed to be somewhere."

Draco narrowed his eyes.

This girl had to be an NPC. No way a real person just got bumped into and didn't at least huff in annoyance or throw out a token glare.

If it were him, that person would already be on his mental hit list. Not necessarily at the top, he had standards, after all, but somewhere in the I will make your life inconvenient at some point category.

Hell, even Granger, walking encyclopaedia, champion of rules, would've gone off about it. Probably would've whipped out some dramatic lecture about corridor etiquette, personal space, and how society crumbles when we allow such injustices to go unchecked.

And if the culprit had been a Slytherin? Pfft. Forget it. She'd have them reported before they could blink.

But Luna? She just accepted it and moved on.

No fuss. No fight. Not even an ounce of irritation.

That was weird.

That was unsettling.

And somehow, in a way Draco couldn't quite put his finger on...

That was also kind of impressive.

Maybe that's why she was liked by others.

And by others, he meant the original world.

The one he actually remembered. The one where he wasn't stuck in this unpredictable mess, trying to figure out who was real, what was different, and when the next twist was going to screw him over.

Strange, airy, completely detached from whatever nonsense everyone else was stressing over. And somehow, people had liked her for it.

Maybe because she didn't play the same stupid social games. Didn't care about blood status, house rivalries, or the million other things that got thrown around like they actually mattered.

Or maybe, just maybe, because she was the only one who actually acted like none of it mattered in the first place.

Draco sighed, rolling his eyes. This whole let-things-go attitude was still giving him secondhand irritation. He wasn't saying she needed to declare a blood feud over it, but come on. At least pretend to have some self-respect.

Flicking his wand, he made the scattered objects float back into her bag, sending them in with more force than necessary. Crossing his arms, he smirked. "You're a wizard, Lovegood. Act like it."

Luna watched as her belongings settled neatly into place, then looked up at him with that same calm, unreadable expression. "I am acting like it."

Draco scoffed. "You're acting like a doormat."

Luna tilted her head, as if genuinely considering his words. "I don't think so."

Hearing this, Draco decided he was done with this conversation. There was no winning against Lovegood. She existed in some alternate reality where logic and normal human reactions didn't apply.

Besides, he couldn't just start playing nice. Even if hypothetically he wanted to. Which he didn't. That would be a disaster. He could already see it now. Snape, Dumbledore, Lucius. All of them lining up like it was some kind of spectator sport, ready to take turns rummaging through his mind like it was an open book.

Speaking of which, yeah. He really needed to learn Occlumency as soon as possible.

Deciding he'd had enough fresh air for the day, he turned back towards his dorm. No point in walking around when all it did was throw him into weird encounters with even weirder people.

As he walked away, he heard it. Soft, but just loud enough to catch.

"Thank you, Draco."

He didn't react. Didn't turn around. Didn't acknowledge it.

Just kept walking.

Because really, what was he supposed to do with that?