Luna Lovegood

Luna Lovegood is a strange girl, and being friends with her means you're strange too, believing in Wrackspurts and Nargles. But you don't care what anyone thinks. Luna is a wonderful friend, you can be sure of that. She'll support you, talk to you, listen, explain, and never judge you. And she always seems to look through you, not at you. It's scary at first, but then you get used to it.
Fifth year. After the train, we had to go to the carts that pulled themselves for those who hadn't seen death. In reality, the carts were pulled by Thestrals, which almost no one had ever seen.
You sat next to Luna, no one else was there. You were reading The Quibbler magazine, discussing the latest news from the Daily Prophet. But the carriage stopped, and a voice rang out.
"What's that horse pulling the cart?" Harry asked Hermione and Ron standing nearby.
"No one's driving her. She's driving herself, as always," Hermione replied. The trio got into the carriage.
"I see them too. You're as normal as I am," said Luna, who had also seen Thestrals. Her mother died when she was nine, and Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort.
“It’s a beautiful pendant,” Hermione said to Luna, noticing the locket on her neck.
“It’s a locket, actually,” Lovegood clarified, leaning forward a little . “It repels nargles,” she continued, lowering her voice to a whisper.
"Who are Nargles?" Harry whispered to Hermione.
“I don’t know,” Miona answered.
"I'm hungry... I love pudding," Luna said, completely out of place. It might be out of place, but it was true.

at the Ravenclaw faculty.