Luna Lovegood, The Strange Girl

She walks down the long brick hall without making making a sound. Not even the light tapping noise that comes with her usual Converse. Her hair, as white as the snow outside the window, bopping on her back with every step. She skips towards me.
"Hi! I'm Luna Lovegood. Are you a first year?" the girl says catching up and walking next to me.
"Hi. I'm Patrick," I shyly tell her, "Yeah, I'm a first year. What year are you?"
"This is my second year. Are you heading towards the Great Hall? That's where the wrackspurts seem to like to hang about," She says kind of trailing off after the word "wrackspurts."
"Cool. Yes I'm trying to get there anyway, but this school is so bloody confusing. I'm always getting lost," I say, not knowing why I trust this person. Didn't I hear someone call her crazy yesterday?
She puts on these strange glasses. "Yeah this school can be pretty confusing. I get lost a lot too, but it must be really hard with all of those wrackspurts following you.... You can follow me if ya like," she says with a smile and a light tilt of her head. I turn around and follow her ...