Prompt: "billiwig" and Harry + Luna, for the livejournal community sortinghatdrabs. Tied for First Place.

Luna bumped against the crossbeam and giggled. How odd, to be stuck on the ceiling.

"Are you all right?" A voice tolled from the portrait below, like a bell calling for supper. This seemed appropriate, as she should be at supper now.

"Bong." She'd have made a good bell. "Bong."

"Miss?"

She used her serious face to reassure him. "I'm a bell!" His frown deepened. "No, I'm a Luna on the ceiling!" She laughed, repeating the phrase as she bumped along the corridor. There were spots on the ceiling, timeworn notches in ancient stone, spread out like stars. She saw Draco, and wondered why he wasn't on the dungeon ceiling instead.

"Luna?" She looked and found Harry, smiling up at her.

"I'm a Luna on the ceiling!" she proclaimed cheerily.

"I can see that."

Harry never thought she was crazy. Only interesting.

"Billywig," she explained.

"Ah," he said, accepting.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't want to be alonea on the ceiling anymore."

Mischief glinted in his eyes and she laughed again. "Levicorpus!"

They floated together easily, relaxing as she pointed out constellations. "There's Draco. You can tell by the pattern."

"And the green mold."

"And the green mold," she agreed, giggling. She was Luna, but she was not alone.