Luna suddenly felt very tired and very sad. Draco would be off to the Slytherin dungeons, Obsidian off to the Gryffindor tower, and she off to the Ravenclaw common room. She sighed heavily and looked between them. Tommorow, will it be different? she thought. Will they see me tomorrow and acknowledge me, or will this have all been a memory? A terrible sadness settled on her. How was she to make friends, if everytime she met someone it was under such strange circumstances that they never wanted to bring it up again? "I suppose." In a sudden burst of intelligence, she added, looking at Draco, "If you could, keep me informed on Pansy is doing. I know it's not really my business, but...well, I just want to make she is okay." She smiled inwardly. Now he had a reason to speak to her, so if they never spoke again it was not her fault.
(Thats understandable. I just felt so lonely. Dx)