Dear Luna
I know you may have never noticed me, I know sometimes it is hard to see what with all the nargles causing you problems. But know out of everyone who does not believe you there is one who does. That hufflepuff that sits at the back of your potions class, head always stuck in a book about creatures no one believes in, that is who believes in you. For I have firsthand experience with the troublesome nargles, the amount of times they have misplaced my books, my robe or tie it is starting to become hard to keep count. But I know the trouble they can cause. Your mother was a wise woman from what I heard for she knew things turned up in places we far did not expect and one thing I did not expect to find in another person is my sanity. For you see all the students in my common room think I am barking mad, but you Luna are just as sane as I am, and that is what I need in life, I need a person that understands exactly what I do. For you may not know who I am, but Luna just know I'm there for you. I cannot bring myself to letting you know my name yet but just know that one day we shall go on a fantastic adventure to all the places we have ever read about.
From
The Grandson of a writer
The son of an adventure
The wimp to shy to show his face