“Luna...” Her first name felt strange rolling off her tongue. “Luna,” he said again, softer, more to himself than to her.

She stared at him in response.

“My father would never have allowed this. He never would have allowed me to do wrong by the Dark Lord, and he certainly would never have let me go into... Into hiding. He would have made me apologize to the Dark Lord and hope for the best, and if he didn’t accept my apology, take whatever punishment he gave me, even if it was death.”