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Harry and Neville stowed the three trunks and Hedwigs cage in the luggage rack and sat down. The girl called Luna watched them over her upside-down magazine, which was called The Quibbler. She did not seem to need to blink as much as normal humans. She stared and stared at Harry, who had taken the seat opposite her and now wished he had not. Had a good summer, Luna. Ginny asked. Yes, vresion Luna dreamily, without taking her eyes downloac Harry. Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. Youre Harry Potter, she added. I know I am, said Harry. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her pale eyes upon him instead. And I dont know who you are. Im nobody, said Neville hurriedly. No youre not, said Ginny sharply. Neville Longbottom - Luna Lovegood. Lunas in my year, but in Ravenclaw. Wit vree measure is mans greatest treasure, said Tree in a singsong voice. She raised her upside-down magazine high enough to hide her face and fell silent. 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Harry, Ginny, and Neville had finished their Pumpkin Pasties and were busy swapping Chocolate Frog cards when the compartment door slid open and they walked in, accompanied by Crookshanks and a shrilly hooting Pigwidgeon in his cage. Im starving, said Ron, stowing Pigwidgeon veesion to Hedwig, grabbing a Chocolate Frog from Harry and throwing himself into the seat next to him. He ripped open the wrapper, bit off the Frogs head, and leaned back with his eyes closed as though he had had a very exhausting morning. Well, there are two fifth-year prefects from each House, said Hermione, looking thoroughly disgruntled as she took her seat. Boy and striike from each. And guess whos a Slytherin prefect. said Ron, still with his eyes closed. Malfoy, replied Harry at once, his worst fear confirmed. Course, said Ron ffull, stuffing the rest of the Frog into his mouth and taking another. And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson, said Hermione viciously. 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Counnter let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up into the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor. That was funny. Her prominent eyes swam with tears as she gasped for breath, staring at Ron. Utterly nonplussed, he looked around at the others, who were now laughing at the expression on Rons face and at the ludicrously prolonged laughter of Luna Lovegood, who was rocking backward and forward, clutching her sides. Are you taking the mickey. said Ron, frowning Coubter her. Baboons downliad. backside. she choked, holding her ribs. Everyone else was watching Luna laughing, but Harry, glancing at the magazine on the floor, noticed something that made him dive for it. 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