Damaged. That's how people would treat her if they knew what happened behind closed doors. Luna Lovegood had been officially damaged.
Worthless. That's how Luna felt when her father first screamed at her. He had yelled and yelled until his voice was hoarse. All over some fallen Dirigable Plums.
Shocked. That's what Luna's felt when her father first hit her. He had come home intoxicated and full of firewhiskey.
Angry. That's the emotion Luna felt when people asked why her face was bruised. It wasn't their business. They were trying to pry into her home life.
Sad. That's how Luna felt when her father told her it was her fault her mother had died. Her mother loved to experiment with potions. Her father just needed a scapegoat.
Violated. That's how Luna felt when her father first touched her. She had just been lying on her bed humming. Her father had pushed himself onto her. Her own father.
Jealous. That's how Luna felt when her father married her stepmother. He paid more attention to her two daughters than to his own. Maybe because his daughter was damaged goods.
Confused. That's how Luna felt after her father died. He had been perfectly healthy. Why did he have a heart attack?
Excited. That's how Luna felt wen she heard if the party being thrown by the Wealseys. Maybe she could finally escape her prison for a night.
Miserable. That's how Luna felt when her stepmother said not to go to the party. It wasn't fair. Her stepsisters got to go. She had to stay home and do the chores.
Sneaky. That's how Luna felt when she snuck out to the party. As long as she was home before midnight no one would know she left.
Elated. That's how Luna felt when George asked her to dance. He was a perfect gentleman. They didn't realize how Lin they had been dancing until the clock struck midnight.
Scared. That's how Luna felt when she was late. What would happen if her stepmother and stepsisters got home before her? She'd never be allowed to leave.
Relieved. That's how Luna felt when she slipped into the house undiscovered. She'd done it. She'd snuck out of the house and retired undetected.
Helpless. That's how Luna felt when her stepmother locked her in the attic when George came by the house. He said he was looking for a short blonde woman who wore a mask to his party.
Suspicious. That's how Luna felt when the door opened. An old woman stood there. With a smile, the woman told Luna to go downstairs.
Victorious. Thats how Luna felt when George saw her. He took her away from her evil stepmother and gave her a place to stay. She was finally free.
Loved. That's how Luna felt when George kissed her for the first time. Maybe she could love him more than her father ever loved her. Maybe this was what she needed all along.
Complete. That's how Luna felt when she was walking down the isle. George stood there in his suit looking dashing. He loved her. She loved him.
And they lived happily ever after.