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Luna was not big on Quidditch, and Ginny knew that, so it meant loads when she wanted to come out to watch Ginny practice. Ginny wasn’t really one to wax romantic or espouse the power of love, but having Luna watching did seem to have an effect on her playing. It was a bit like taking Pepperup Potion.

“Good eyes,” Angelina said as they landed for their end-of-practice huddle. She clapped Ginny on the shoulder, and Ginny grinned. She’d caught the Snitch twice during practice, the second time when it was flitting near Jack Sloper’s ear, nearly startling him from his broom.

Angelina gave Jack and Andrew a bit of a dressing-down, then reminded Ron that he was doing well during practice but needed to get his nerves under control — Ginny listened with half an ear, distracted by the way Luna had waved and given a cheery smile when the huddle started, then gone back to intently watching the sky. Ginny was half-tempted to look up and see if another team had come to practice, but she knew better. This was Luna being Luna, and she’d find out what had the girl’s attention soon enough.

“Same time Thursday,” Angelina said finally. “Good practice, everyone.” The look she gave Jack and Andrew suggested she was being generous by saying everyone.

As the others broke for the locker rooms, Ginny crossed to where Luna stood, still gazing skyward. “Hey,” Ginny said.

Luna tore her eyes from the sky, but once she met Ginny’s eyes, she could feel the weight of Luna’s full attention shifting to her. Luna’s mind could run on a dozen different tracks at once, which often gave her a lost or distractible aura, and it was rare for her to devote all of her attention to one person. It warmed Ginny’s chest to realize how frequently she earned all of Luna’s focus recently.