Dear Harry,
Hi! It's Luna. I wanted to owl you to see how you were doing. You weren't doing so well at the end of year, and I wanted to make sure you were all right. I don't exactly understand everything that happened, but maybe you could explain it to me. For example, I don't know how you know Sirius Black. But you were really upset when he fell through the veil. I know how it feels when a loved one dies. And I don't know why we went to the Department of Mysteries in the first place.
You know, Harry, I really want to get to know you better. Maybe, for the first time in forever, I'll start the school year off with a friend or two. Last year was the first year anyone ever sat with me on the train, you know, and it was a pleasant feeling. It's nice to have people who care, right, Harry? I wouldn't know, but you've got Ron and Hermione, haven't you?
I've thought about you a lot this summer, Harry. You're not mean like the others kids. You've never called me Loony Lovegood to my face. Somehow I doubt you took any of my stuff. I don't know, but I get a weird feeling in my stomach when I think of you, like someone punched me really hard.
If you ride with me on the train, I'll show you pictures we took in Sweden of the Crumple-Horned Snorckack.
Your friend
Love,
Luna
Luna looked at her letter, folded it up, and placed it inside her desk drawer on the top of an ever-growing stack of letters.
Hi! It's Luna. I wanted to owl you to see how you were doing. You weren't doing so well at the end of year, and I wanted to make sure you were all right. I don't exactly understand everything that happened, but maybe you could explain it to me. For example, I don't know how you know Sirius Black. But you were really upset when he fell through the veil. I know how it feels when a loved one dies. And I don't know why we went to the Department of Mysteries in the first place.
You know, Harry, I really want to get to know you better. Maybe, for the first time in forever, I'll start the school year off with a friend or two. Last year was the first year anyone ever sat with me on the train, you know, and it was a pleasant feeling. It's nice to have people who care, right, Harry? I wouldn't know, but you've got Ron and Hermione, haven't you?
I've thought about you a lot this summer, Harry. You're not mean like the others kids. You've never called me Loony Lovegood to my face. Somehow I doubt you took any of my stuff. I don't know, but I get a weird feeling in my stomach when I think of you, like someone punched me really hard.
If you ride with me on the train, I'll show you pictures we took in Sweden of the Crumple-Horned Snorckack.
Your friend
Love,
Luna
Luna looked at her letter, folded it up, and placed it inside her desk drawer on the top of an ever-growing stack of letters.