The Loonster is quite unpredictable, and you never know what sort of psychotic thing she'll do next. She is a dreamy fairy, sort of floating along through life with her head in the clouds. She has a firm belief in Nargles, Wrackspurts and Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. She probably drinks far too much strawberry tea, and eats more than enough pink cupcakes, but she doesn't mind. People often tell her to grow up, because she still cherishes her brightly coloured tights.
She enjoys glitter-bombing her town, and wearing fairy-wings for no apparent reason. The normal, narrow-minded people stare at her as she skips past them, with things such as pencils tucked behind her ear.
She treats life as though it is simply a dream, and sometimes believes as many as six impossible things before breakfast.