Puberty is hard for everyone,and anyone that says their early teenage years were great should be hexed where they stand. Puberty sucks...immensely. Between the acne, the awkward weight gains, hair growing in weird places, and the friend that visits monthly, puberty and your teen years makes He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named seem like he's easy to deal with. Being a teenager, especially one in the wizarding world, means puberty quite an important time in your life. There is no college here, you learn what you need to at Hogwarts, or the other wizarding schools around, but Hogwarts is the best. My point is, that most people get their lives together right after seventh year is completed. It seems like as soon as the term ends, everyone knows exactly what they want to do with the rest of their lives. I'm not ready though, there are some things divination can't even tell me about my future.

It was the August before my final year at Hogwarts, and life was very different. The burrow seemed empty now, all of us kids have grown up, and as muggles put it, "the birds have left the nest." Fred and Angelina moved into the flat above the joke shop, and Percy,Charlie, and Bill have been long moved out. Fleur had Victoire this past May actually, she's an adorable little girl and she gets along great with Teddy. Ron moved into a small house in Godric's Hollow with Hermione so they could close to Harry. After the war, Harry decided that he wanted to move into his parents home and fix it up for them, he says the house is his anyway, but personally, I think it's a way of finding closure with the whole Voldemort ordeal.

I opened the door to my room and saw that Luna was there, which wasn't a surprise, it is her room now after all. The death-eaters did all but burn her house to the ground, and Mum, being the nice woman she is, told Luna and her father that they could move in with us until their house is fully repaired. At first I wasn't too sure of how that would work out, with Luna's dad running the Quibbler and mine working at the Daily Prophet, but it's worked out wonderfully. Luna was coming to school with me for a semester, all the previous seventh years were. Due to the battle, the term was cut short and kids sent home, and as regulations stated, the seventh years had to finish out their semester before they could start the rest of their lives.

"Hey Luna..." I began as I sat on the bed next to her.

"Yeah, Gin?" Luna asked, her pale eyes meeting mine as she put today's edition of the Quibbler on the nightstand.

"Do you know what you want to do when you finish school?"

"I'm gonna work with Dad on the Quibbler." She said. "I'm the only one who believes in nargles."

"What about marriage? Are you planning on marrying Neville some time along the line?" I angled my body slightly so I could face her.

"No, I do not wish to marry Neville." Luna said in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

I was very confused, she seemed to fancy Neville since her fourth year, when I went with him to the Yule Ball, but then again, they never got together.

"Why not?" I asked, the confusion showing on my face.

Luna got really quiet for a few moments and looked at her hands.

"Luna, you know you can tell me anything. I won't judge."

She looked up at me with a very nervous look and said "It didn't feel right, in fact being with any boy doesn't feel right. I think...well...I think I may only be interested in girls."

I was silent for a second or two, and went " Okay, whatever floats your boat."

She breathed a sigh of relief and hugged me, then, like Luna does, started talking about Wrackspurts and Nargles for hours.