Everyone said that she's crazy. She doesn't have the light on upstairs. Something's wrong with her. "Loony Lovegood" they'd call her. Sometimes I would sit up late at night and wonder how they didn't see it. How unbelievably incredible this beautiful girl was. She wasn't crazy. She was just special. One of a kind. Spontaneous. Bloody brilliant, that's what she is! Yet, they pick on her. Make fun of her. And even when they do that, she just ignores them. She has to know how amazing she is. She must know, not to let their words get to her. If I were that brilliant, I would talk back to them. Show them how amazing I am. But maybe that is what makes her so…unique. She rather keep them in the dark. But she couldn't fool me. I could tell who she was, even through the mask. Maybe one day I'll tell her. Probably not.