Rock back and forth.
She knows that the paintings are whispering about her, not even bothering to keep their voices quiet. They all think that she is insane.
The rocking chair continues to rock back and forth as she stares at the wall with empty eyes.
This is the second time this week she has done this. She skipped classes and didn't even bother going to breakfast. Nor lunch. Nor dinner. She just quietly went to an unused room and stared at the wall.
No one asks about her.
Of course no one would ask about little Loony Luna Lovegood.
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This is the result of reading too many Luna fics.