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Luna Lovegood walks into the bar with her nose buried in Beyond Basilisks: The Hidden World of Experimental Breeding.

She seems only vaguely aware that she has stepped from Hogwarts into Milliways. Her attention is on her book. And on the faint rustling sound that has been following her since the end of her Transfiguration class. Clearly, she thinks, her ear for detecting nargles is improving.

In actuality, the rustling can be attributed to the sign stuck to the back of her robe – a piece of parchment with LOONY LOVEGOOD in purple and puce.

It's fairly lurid. And flashing.

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"Oh, all the time," Luna replies, conversationally. "At least at school."

Not always to her face, and they often use more colorful terms. But it is a fairly regular occurence.

"Though I'm not certain why," she admits.

After all, she makes perfect sense to herself.

"Because you read books about illegal monster breeding for fun? Or maybe because you think the rest of us are.

"I mean, that's cool. You gotta do your own thing. But you should know what's going...on..." At last, his eye settles on the back of her robe.

"Um, Luna...there's a note on the back of your clothes."

Luna listens with apparent interest. Even though she looks like she does not entirely understand the reasoning.

"I don't think anyone is weird."

Most people are quite nice and interesting in their own ways.

Luna frowns and reaches up behind her back. Her fingers encounter paper, and she gives it a firm tug.

Unfortunately, someone's sticking spell was quite strong. For the moment, it doesn't budge.

"Want me to help?" He's read the note by now. It's amateurish, not even clever by the standards of bullies. Never mind that it's just plain cruel.

"That would be helpful. Thank you."

Luna turns a bit so that the paper is easier to get at.

"Though it may require a wand," she adds, trying to peer down over her own shoulder. "Some sticking spells don't like to give way easily."

If Petra Morris put it there, it may take magic to remove. If it was Evan Featherstone, a sharp tug will likely do. Luna figures, whatever the paper is, one or the other of them likely put it there. They both sit behind her in Transfiguration.

And Luna knows from experience the strength of their sticking spells.

"Sticking spells. That's one Raven doesn't use." He pulls firmly on the paper. Or maybe it's vellum, or parchment. He can't tell.

It's good and stuck. "Nuts."

"Petra then," Luna says.

Forgetting, as she sometimes does, that the person to whom she is speaking has not been following along with her thoughts.

Luna sets down her book, shrugs off her uniform robe and lays it out over the table. She begins to poke at the sign with her wand, but seems to show no outward upset at it being fixed there.

"Who is Raven?" she asks.

"She's the Titans' resident witch wizard sorceress half demon type. Her magic is very different than yours." For one thing, Luna never goes "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"

"You get stupid notes like that stuck to you all the time by Petra?"

"Demons are often considered unpleasant, aren't they?"

That is, as far as Luna knows, conventional wisdom. Though she supposes it would be best to keep an open mind, especially given that a different world is involved.

The sign gives way at last with a squelching pop.

"Oh, not all the time. Mostly just during Transfiguration. She sits behind me, you see."

Luna holds up the sign and examines the flashing letters.

"I believe her Charms are improving."

"And you just put up with it? Not sure it that's smart. Or if you just have a thicker skin than I do." And when Cy first became a cyborg, his skin was not thick at all.

"Demons aren't exactly our best buddies. Her dad pretty much took over the world for a few days. But she's cool."

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"I'm not sure why people seem to think taking over the world would be such a good idea," Luna observes. "It seems like it would be quite a headache after a very short time."

Perhaps Raven's father had found it to be so.

She looks at Cy quizzically. And after a moment, shrugs.

"It's all in good fun," she says. "Really, it's such a little thing, it's not worth getting upset over."

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"I guess that isn't a bad attitude, but you should still tell your teachers. The only way to stop bullies is to make sure that they don't get away with it." The Titans have been working with the mayor's office to fight bullying in Jump City's schools.

"Oh, they know. They give them a good telling off when they catch them at it."

Most of them, anyway. Professor Snape tends to be pretty myopic on the subject.

"I suppose I could hex people for it," she muses, "but I rather don't like the thought of that."

Though she could do it well. She is a Ravenclaw, after all.

"Hexing would be bad. I mean, they deserve it and all, but that isn't how it should work. It becomes worse if you try it that way." It's not what heroes would do.

Luna would be the first to point out that she is not a hero. But she still doesn't think she'll resort to hexing.

"It would be bad," she agrees. "And there will always be someone who is better at hexing."

And Dad would be disappointed.

"Yeah. It's like that where I come from.

"I mean with the bullying. No hexes in most high schools." He hopes.

"I've never even tried dueling," Luna adds, more or less as an afterthought.

There had been a club her first year, but she hadn't joined.

Luna shrugs a bit.

"It's not all that bad."

"Dueling...that would be an even worse idea." He can't picture her with a sword. Or a pistol. Maybe it would be like that scene in the kiddie film with Merlin and the witch?

Dueling for wizards is not quite so sharp and pointy, but it might be less dangerous if they did use swords sometimes.

"I would have to practice," Luna says. "And it's the sort of thing that's difficult to practice alone."

Therefore, she likely won't be practicing it any time soon.

"So let's say no to duels then?"

Luna smiles and nods.

"No dueling. I believe that's a promise I can keep."

She gives him a curious look.

"Did you never fight when you were in school?"

Boys, it seems, are far more inclined toward fisticuffs. Or exchanging hexes.

"You mean before the accident? Yeah, sometimes. But I never had bully trouble. The advantage, I guess, of being the star on the football team." He doesn't feel guilty about this, but he also isn't comfortable that he was an exception.

"Ah. Yes, you must have been quite popular, then."

Football players, from what Luna knows, are a lot like Quidditch players. Of course, her mental image of football is the British version, but it still applies.

"People weren't nice to you after, though?"

"I didn't give them the chance. I was a monster. Or that's what I thought. I dropped out and hid in my old apartment. Went out only when I had to. That way, no one could make fun of me.

"It wasn't the best way to go about things." He wishes he'd been brave from the first.

Luna would seem to agree with this. She looks fairly disapproving.

"You shouldn't have done that. If you had so many friends, I'm sure they were worried about you."

Luna can't imagine herself in a similar scenario, but she thinks if she had a friend who was in an accident, she'd miss them if they disappeared.