Disclaimer: I'm thirteen and I live in Oxford. This does not make me J.K Rowling or anyone who owns any rights to her stories.

You know you're odd. You like it, why fit in with anyone else? You only have this life and you want to live it your way. There are still moments though, when you long to fit in with everyone else, not that you'd ever admit it. Just so that your stuff didn't vanish all the time.

It's when your books go you get upset. Some of those belonged to your mum and they mean the world to you. "To my Luna, with love Mum", "Luna, I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did", "A book that will help you with your searches, my love.". You've read them a million times, they have helped you and you hope she knows that.

The DA seems wonderful to you, a whole group of people willing to stand up to Umbridge -Umbitch- and fight for what they think is right. You've never been part of a team before, you wonder if this is how having friends feel.

Hermione amuses you, she's so narrow minded. She honestly doesn't believe in anything until you wave it under her nose. Not that you mind, you just find it odd.

Harry… Harry is someone you worry about. There really is too much on his shoulders for one boy.

And Ron just makes you laugh, he's brilliant. You do wonder though, how long it'll take before he and Hermione realise they're made for each other.