Luna simply wrote, paying no attention to the Slytherin who looked at her. Even if she had, she was a dangerous werewolf. Love interests were not on her list of things she could do whenever she pleased. Luna wasn't deaf though. She clearly heard the boys behind her. One called her a bella bambina. Luna knew she was pretty on the outside. Most everyone told her so. But almost no one had seen the scars she harbored beneath the robes from nearly tearing herself to pieces. If only they knew, she thought. They'd feel differently.

Luna growled as Venetia barked at her. "Lei deve essere realmente quest'infastidire, Venetia?" the girl said in Italian. She knew so long as some of these people didn't know her language she'd be safe. "Non sa di noi abbastanza per lei?" Sighing she thought her statements over in English, Must you really be this annoying, Venetia? Isn't knowing about us enough for you? Luna Delaricci new both Italian and English, though she preferred acting as if she didn't know the latter.

When the lesson began the blonde werewolf began to pay attention to that. She was so into the professor's questions that she almost didn't see the plane. Looking to it she looked back over to the boys who had been talking about her. She knew the plan had come from there. Seeing as only one person at the table didn't have a quill, she assumed this Remus was the brown haired boy. Luna didn't know why, but when she looked into his eyes she felt her heart skip a beat or two. She had no idea what was wrong with her. He was just a boy! It wasn't until a minute or two later that Luna noticed her cheeks turning red.

Shaking the picture of the boy from her head, Luna replied.

Yeah. But I need it back after class though.

Yeah, Luna had lost it. She was actually telling this boy to meet her after class! Yet, placing a spare quill in the folds of the parchment she sent it on it's way toward the brunette boy and his black haired friend.