“Wrackspurt got you?” asked Luna sympathetically, peering at Harry through her enormous coloured spectacles.
“I - what?”
“A Wrackspurt…they’re invisible, they float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy,” she said. “I thought I felt one zooming around in here.”
She flapped her hands at thin air, as though beating off large invisible moths. Harry and Neville caught each other’s eye and hastily bean to talk of Quidditch.
(Source: aaronpauled)
