Luna Lovegood sat on a weathered park bench as snow fell lightly. She stared peacefully out over the grounds of Hogwarts, her gaze going over Hagrid's hut and out past the Forbidden Forest. Many thoughts were scrambling around her brain at the moment, so she had decided to come outside and let them untangle themselves. She had always found the outdoors calming, much more so than the often crowded and busy halls of the castle. Not that she didn't enjoy the company of her peers; in fact she found them fascinating, as she did most things, but there was something about being outside that always made her feel at home.
Today was exactly 7 years since her mother had died. Luna didn't often talk about her mum, as it saddened people, and Luna didn't want her mum to always be thought of in a sad way. Her mum had had an extraordinary life, full of discovery and experience. She was wonderful, even in memory and spirit. She deserved to have people smile when they remembered her, not look forsaken and unhappy.
Luna picked up the quill and parchment that lay beside her, and started to write. She wrote all the memories that came to her mind of her mum, and everything she felt in that moment. She smiled to herself as a picture formed in her memory of her mum tossing Luna up onto her shoulders and running around the house, and of her teaching Luna of different spells, explaining their meaning and uses.
Tears began to slowly fall down Luna's face as more and more memories appeared. She didn't bother to brush them away, but instead let them fall to her lap and disappear. Luna laughed slightly as she remembered the time she, her mum and her dad had all had a snow ball fight, or the time they all went on a trip around the world. And the little things; her mums smile, her laugh, the concentration on her face as she worked with spells. Luna wrote everything she could think of, smiling and crying and laughing slightly the entire time.
When she was done she carefully folded the piece of parchment into a dove, her mum's favourite animal. She held the paper bird carefully in her hands, as though it would fall apart at any moment. She kissed the top of its head gently and then quickly whispered a charm; the same charm she whispered every year on the same day. The paper dove began to flap its wings, and then took off, flying through the falling snow. Watching it, Luna smiled faintly, tears lingering on her cheeks.
"I miss you, Mum."