For many, the end of the war had allowed them to utter a sigh of relief. Luna was not included in that group. Sure, there had been some relief - her friends, her family would now be safe. But the last year had been... difficult. It was not something that would leave her mind so easily and while others sighed, let their shoulders slump and celebrate, Luna had kept that breath tight in her throat.
She had once told Harry that she wasn't the same anymore, just as Hogwarts was. In a way, she'd mourned that. But Harry didn't really know how things weren't same, not entirely. Her imprisonment in the cellars of Malfoy Manor had only been one thing. Life at Hogwarts during those few short months had been another. The incident with Draco had never been spoken of. Not to Ginny or Neville. Not to Harry either. What had happened-- or rather, what had almost happened, had shifted something inside her. All those pieces had moved, become scattered and broken. Her time as a prisoner had scattered those pieces further. Mr Ollivander had been a comfort to her but still, there was only so much comfort they could give another. Now everything had begun to calm. Very quietly, she had begun to put the pieces of herself back into place. She knew they wouldn't be the same, she wouldn't be the same. What else could she do, though?
She would stay at Hogwarts for now. Soon enough, she would need to leave, return to her father and her home. He'd been sent to Azkaban and Luna worried for him. But something told her she would be needed here. Hogwarts was still her home in a way and she would help to rebuild.
She's exhausted. It doesn't quite look it on her face but it's clear in her eyes and even more clear by the lack of spring in her step as she ascends the stairs towards Ravenclaw tower. Most usually know when Luna's making an appearance but now her steps sound unremarkable, a little heavy. They slow at the sudden awareness that someone is here too in the stairwell: slow and tired breathing; not uncommon but certainly curious.
Climbing further, she stops at the all-too-familiar sight of white-blonde hair, just a few steps ahead. There's a flash of panic in her chest but only for a moment. She quashes the desire to pull out her wand and stands, staring at him curiously. Is there a reason he's found himself here, close to where she'd be? She's sure there is.
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She had once told Harry that she wasn't the same anymore, just as Hogwarts was. In a way, she'd mourned that. But Harry didn't really know how things weren't same, not entirely. Her imprisonment in the cellars of Malfoy Manor had only been one thing. Life at Hogwarts during those few short months had been another. The incident with Draco had never been spoken of. Not to Ginny or Neville. Not to Harry either. What had happened-- or rather, what had almost happened, had shifted something inside her. All those pieces had moved, become scattered and broken. Her time as a prisoner had scattered those pieces further. Mr Ollivander had been a comfort to her but still, there was only so much comfort they could give another. Now everything had begun to calm. Very quietly, she had begun to put the pieces of herself back into place. She knew they wouldn't be the same, she wouldn't be the same. What else could she do, though?
She would stay at Hogwarts for now. Soon enough, she would need to leave, return to her father and her home. He'd been sent to Azkaban and Luna worried for him. But something told her she would be needed here. Hogwarts was still her home in a way and she would help to rebuild.
She's exhausted. It doesn't quite look it on her face but it's clear in her eyes and even more clear by the lack of spring in her step as she ascends the stairs towards Ravenclaw tower. Most usually know when Luna's making an appearance but now her steps sound unremarkable, a little heavy. They slow at the sudden awareness that someone is here too in the stairwell: slow and tired breathing; not uncommon but certainly curious.
Climbing further, she stops at the all-too-familiar sight of white-blonde hair, just a few steps ahead. There's a flash of panic in her chest but only for a moment. She quashes the desire to pull out her wand and stands, staring at him curiously. Is there a reason he's found himself here, close to where she'd be? She's sure there is.
"Hello, Draco."