Luna wonders sometimes
when the Nargles
will leave Hogwarts.
In other, less puzzling, words:
Luna wonders when Hogwarts
will be nothing
but the dust and ash from whence it came-
magic
gone.
She walks through the halls,
and she can feel the ghosts:
the fire that blooms
behind the ear,
the ear-piercing shriek
of shattering stained-glass windows...
if she lets herself go,
she can almost
glimpse the ruins.
But she's no seer-
and has no wish to be
so Nargles abound,
i.e., castles stay castles,
ghosts stay ghosts.