Luna bursts into the common room in one last burst of engery she had left in her. Once she turned the corner of the corrior where she was talking with Hermione, she had pushed herself into a full out run. Now she stops herself suddenly before she plowed right into surly looking 4th year, who was carrying a massive load of thick text books. She mumbles an apology quickly and turns to a velvety wing chair near the fire. She sits down stiffly, placing her book that was due in the library on the table next to her. She places her hands over her face, but she doesn't cry.
I shouldn't be this upset, she thinks, chastizing herself.