In her opinion, all of the words that mattered started with "L". Not just because her name did, but because of all the words that impacted people did. Life, love, lies, laughter and loneliness, they all started with "L".
Life, such a fickle being. It was great and wonderful and terrible and scary. For some, it lasted hundreds of years, like the famous Nicolas Flamel. For others, it ended far too soon. Her mother's life had been far too short when it ended; Pandora had been in her mid thirties when the spell backfired, and even though she had died two years ago, the event was fresh in the young girl's mind as if it had been yesterday. It still stung in her mind; this type of pain did not fade easily.
Love. A word that was thrown around too often for its incredibly deep and impactful meaning. There were only two people in her life that the girl could honestly say she had ever loved, and half of them were dead - her mother and father. Pandora had been such a great person, and the small girl was sure that her mother was smiling down at her, wishing her luck in this new chapter of her life. Xeno was an amazing role model, and the girl was proud to say she was the daughter of someone who was so verbal about his views; he stood up for his beliefs and didn't let others get to him. These people mattered the most to her; she truly loved them.
Lies were something the young girl was far too familiar with. Her best friend since they both were five had lied to her about so much - the girl eventually realized that her friend, Cayla, had been jealous. Cayla had cut off their friendship this past August, upon learning that her blonde friend would leave to go to a boarding school. In her rage that her best friend was leaving and couldn't tell her why - Cayla was a Muggle - she had accidentally admitted to the fact that she had lied to her to keep her as a friend. The blonde had been shell-shocked at the time, but looking back, it hadn't been such a great friendship anyways - Cayla had been really clingy. Their friendship had been built on lies, and the girl was relieved it was over, though it still hurt.
Laughter was something the girl heard often enough, but was typically aimed at her. People called her "Loony" because she wasn't afraid to be herself, but she didn't care. She did love to laugh though - when her mother had been alive, they would laugh for hours and hours and never really stop. She didn't laugh much now though - her father was busy with work, and though they bonded over finding Crumple-Horned Snorkacks and the dangers of Nargles, their humor didn't really match.
Loneliness, another part of her life that she wished was nonexistent. She wished that she had hundreds of friends that wouldn't laugh at her, millions upon millions of them. She wished that she had her mother back and their family whole again, but that couldn't happened. She wished, more than anything, to just not be lonely.
She was jostled out of her thoughts by the door to her lonely train compartment opening. Two girls, one with beautiful dark skin and curly brown hair, and the other with long ruby hair and freckles that looked slightly familiar, poked their heads in.
"Can we sit here? All the other compartments are full," asked the brunette. The blonde girl nodded. "Thanks. I'm a second year, my name's Hermione. This is Ginny, she's a first year. And you are?" She asked again, the both of them sitting on the opposite side. The blonde girl smiled; maybe she just might make some friends at Hogwarts. "I'm a first year, too. My name's Luna."