Luna POV
Stories and pictures are wonderous. They can be confusing and deep, but simple at the same time. I am sort of like a story. I am that odd girl, the one with the Quibbler. I am Luna.
My mother died when I was small, from a spell gone terribly wrong. My father raised me, and we were always the best of friends. When I was younger, I would play in the land near our home for hours, looking for snorglats and every manner of strange creatures while eating dirigible plums. We were happy, and we were strange.
When I was eleven, I got my letter from Hogwarts. It read:
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class , Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Spreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Witches)
Dear Ms. Lovegood,
we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts Schools of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress"
Father was so proud. We celebrated with treacle pudding that night, and went into Diagon alley the next day.
Madam Hooch fitted me with the Hogwarts robes, and I got all of the books I needed for an entire year! I got my wand at Ollivander's (And found that it was quite useful to place it behind my left ear for safekeeping.)
With all of the things we needed for the year, I awaited the day when I would go to the school my family had attended for generations. My stomach was in knots. Would I make friends? Would I meet Harry potter? Would I be good in my classes, or ridiculed for being no good? Or would I be me, and never truly care what other people thought? My new life would begin tomorrow morning, and I already loved it. I, Luna Lovegood, Was a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.