Disclaimer: Funnily enough I don't own Harry Potter but I do own a new Doctor Who book.
Author's Note: This one depressed me, because I think we can all see a bit of Luna in ourselves. I certainly can and highly doubt she was just that much out of it, it almost seemed to me as a front to hide a lot of her pain. Now I'm sure she believed in all those things in the Quibbler but some things just can't be ignored.
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She was lonely, so very lonely.
All she ever wanted was a friend. Someone she could talk to and laugh with. Not someone who would laugh at her or look at her as if she were strange, just because she liked different things and looked at things differently than others. It didn't mean she didn't have feelings.
Sometimes it physically hurt after holding in all her feelings for so long.
All the times she wanted to cry or fight back when they called her names and bullied her. She would never give them the satisfaction of seeing her pain.
Let them think Loony Lovegood was unmovable, her head always in the clouds.
The worst times though are when she sits in room all alone unsure of what to do next. Usually she'd put her head on her pillow and close her eyes and dream of a place where things were different, a place where she wasn't so alone. But then there were times when she couldn't because every time she'd wake up from those dreams things would hurt even more.
Why?
Because who would ever want a friend like her?
