Chapter 126: Invitation

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"Dialogue"

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Chapter 126: Invitation

Harry stumbled upon a familiar blonde on his way for dinner.

"Hello, Harry Potter." Luna looked at him with her usual distracted demeanor.

"Hey, Luna. Are you going to the Hall?" 

She nodded.

"Then, do you want to accompany me?, you can sit at the Gryffindor table." Harry offered.

"Is that really okay? I don't want to cause you trouble, Harry Potter."

"Is no trouble, and call me Harry. All my friends call me that. " 

"Is this a date?, because Daddy told me to at least wait until next year for those." Luna gave him an intense glare.

"No…and he should have told you to wait much longer than that…." Harry sighed.

'What are you thinking, Xenos?'

"That's okay then." Luna got closer to him and waited.

He realized she was waiting for him to walk. 

" Let's go then."

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When the duo entered the Great Hall, the place was almost full.

A lot of the students at the Gryffindor table stared at them when he brought Luna and had her sit between him and Lyra.

"Harry, that girl is from Ravenclaw…" Hermione whispered to him.

"And you think I didn't notice that?...." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Luna!" Ginny called.

"Harry, she can't be here. You are going to get her in trouble." Lyra told him.

"Did none of you read the rules book?" Harry asked with incredulity. 

"I did!" Hermione looked offended at the mere insinuation.

"Then, what are the rules about sitting in the great hall?"

"Let's see…" Hermine put all her focus on recalling the exact words.

"All students must sit at their respective house tables during the opening and closing events, as well as special celebrations like Halloween…"

"See?...on normal meals, you can sit at any table you want," Harry told them.

"Is true, she can totally sit here." Fred Weasley spoke from the other side.

"Yes, but don't go to the Slytherin table…for…reasons," George added.

"Wait, so it's allowed then?" Asked Lyra.

"Of course!, I usually go to the Hufflepuff table. I have some good friends there." Angelina Jonson commented. 

"You also go for the cute boys, don't tell me otherwise…" Alicia Spinnet bumped her elbow.

"Whoa there!, you have plenty of cute boys here in the Gryffindor table!" Fred complained.

"Yes, like my brother over here." George pointed to Fred.

"Look at that handsome face, you won't find another one like that in the school. " 

"Please, ignore my brothers…." Ginny looked embarrassed.

"What is she doing here?!" Ron had just realized what was going on when he finished his first plate of food.

"Ignore them all…" Ginny pleaded.

"Well, this is fun! we can visit the other tables!. Maybe next time we can go to the Ravenclaw table with you, Luna." Lyra exclaimed. 

"I don't mind. I always welcome the company." Luna answered. 

"Okay, so no more complaints?, can I eat in peace?" just as Harry asked this…something fell from the sky and landed on his pumpkin juice splashing most of it on his face.

"Apparently not…" Harry grumbled.

"What was that?!" Hermione shouted.

"Something landed on your plate." Luna pointed.

"Thanks, Luna…" Harry said.

"It landed on several plates." Lyra took off a handkerchief and gave it to her brother.

"Whoa, that thing is huge, what did you get?!" Ron watched with interest.

After unceremoniously dropping its parcel, the owl landed on top of it and started at Harry.

"What?... don't tell me you want a reward for your fantastic job?...." Harry stared at the owl with angry eyes.

"Don't be cruel, maybe is an old owl…" Hermione grabbed a few pieces of meat from a nearby plate and handed them to the owl, who quickly took them in its mouth and flew away.

"I hope you choke…" Harry gave it some last words before it parted and moved his attention to the parcel in question.

As Ron pointed out, it was very big. Almost eighty inches (2M) wide and covered with an expensive-looking velvet blanket.

"Are you going to open it here?" Hermione asked.

"No," Harry said dryly. He had just wanted to eat in peace, and now he had to deal with this.

"Come on, you have to open it! I want to know what's inside!" Ron shouted.

"That fabric looks like a good quality silk," Parvati said as she ran her fingers over its surface.

"This has to be something expensive," Lavender commented.

"Could it be from mom and dad?" Lyra asked.

"That would make no sense. We are going home for Christmas in two weeks. If they wanted to give me a present, it could wait." said Harry.

"There is only one way to know. " Ginny said. She was obviously very curious too.

"Fine…" Harry went to rip the fabric to shreds when he was stopped by Parvati.

"Don't break it, you brute. Let me open it." She took his hands away and carefully removed the cloth, revealing a box made of some highly polished dark wood.

"What a beautiful box." Lyra pointed out.

"There is a mark on the top," Hermione said.

"Wait, that symbol!. I know that one!." Ron shouted.

A beautifully decorated N was on top of the box, next to it was a white note.

"That's a Nimbus," Fred observed.

"Not just any Nimbus, look at the number," George added.

The number 2001 can be seen next to the letter N.

" A 2001?!, it just came out today!," Angelina exclaimed.

"Someone must really like you, Harry." Alicia whistle.

"The sender placed a note." Lavender pointed at the piece of paper.

Harry took the note aside and opened the box.

A brand new Nimbus 2001 was resting inside. Its wood was glistening and its runes were so shiny that it almost looked alive.

Lots of "Ohh" and "Ahhh" could be heard on the table.

"Harry, that's an incredibly expensive gift…who sent you that?" There was a hint of concern in Lyras's voice.

Even at her age, she was taught that people who send you expensive things, is usually because they expect something big in return.

"What does the note say?." Asked Ginny.

"This is an invitation to a birthday party at the end of the year." Harry glanced at the name and it all made sense now.

"From who?" Asked Hermione.

"Pansy Parkinson," Harry said.

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