Luna liked to paint, but sometimes she liked to draw more. She thought she wasn't as good at it as she could be, but that didn't matter.
Luna wasn't always Luna. Once, she was another kind of witch, elsewhere. Her name had been Naminé.
(Well, she hadn't really been a witch, but she had been called one and had called herself one. And now she really was one. It was a bit funny.)
And she wasn't entirely sure it was "was", or "had". Because sometimes it all still seemed on-going, not past tense; just not here. Elsewhere. Other worlds, other lives. Maybe it was both past and present.
That didn't really matter, either. "Is" or "had", it still was.
She liked to draw because that other her did, and more importantly, because drawing was like memory.
(Was, is memory. The other her is a 'witch' of memories, after all.)
If she could capture memory in drawings...
She had almost been certain, almost from the first, that Ginny was also someone else, too.
(Nobody & Somebody. Girl with red hair that smelt like sea salt.)
But when she tried to ask, to explain:
["I think we might have been together, once."
Ginny gave her a confused look.
"In another life.", she added, helpfully.
"I'm sorry, Luna, but I don't like you that way."]
That hadn't been what she meant. (Even if she did feel that way.) She never brought it up again.
(And if it hurt a bit, that was okay. She didn't mind. At least she knew she had a heart, here.)