"What, don't you?" Seeing Harry's strange expression and his silence, Luna looked a little puzzled. She tilted her little head, a hint of inquiry in her voice:
"When you like someone, aren't you supposed to really want to know about her? Lots of books I've read say that. The books say..."
"All right, all right, stop, stop..." Harry hurriedly raised a hand to interrupt Luna. "What kind of books have you been reading?"
Although they were in a courtyard outside a corridor at the edge of the Castle, with few other students around, Harry still felt this topic was not suitable to pursue.
At least, not with Luna.
"Just novels, comics, that sort of thing. I have lots of books at home, both Wizard and Muggle ones." Luna clearly hadn't noticed Harry's embarrassment and continued speaking very earnestly.
Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes. He had known from their very first meeting that this little girl's mind didn't work quite like most people's, and today had confirmed it once again.
"So are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'm leaving. I didn't do any homework last weekend, and I haven't been to class these past two days. I feel like I've missed out on lots of useful things." Seeing that Harry had no intention of continuing, Luna made to leave.
Harry was torn.
Watching Luna stroll out of the courtyard, he was still hesitating over whether to call her back when she stopped on her own, turned around, and gave him a suspicious look:
"Strange. There's something off about you."
"Huh?" Harry looked bewildered again, not understanding what was supposedly off about him this time.
Still wearing that very earnest expression, Luna said, "The books say that in a situation like this, you're supposed to call me