They call her misunderstood. But really, no-one ever listened. No-one ever stopped to consider the thoughts of some hippy girl with a feathery voice. That was where they went wrong.

There is a quote that says 'Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time'. But maybe you had to consider crazy to understand how this girl, this brilliant, shining girl worked.

She likes to put on the left sock and shoe first. She likes to lie about the time to teach people not to live by numbers they have created. She likes to whistle in the dark and hum in the light. She likes to stir widdershins just because she likes the word. She likes the rain, but only in England. She likes that there is a place where oddities, enigmas and freaks can co-exist without interrogation or judgement. She likes to call this place 'home'.

Her skin is as pale as her namesake, while her hair is the colour of her namesake's lover's rays on the clouds. Her name is like poetry and her smiles are like fireflies.

They call her misunderstood. But her name is Luna Lovegood.