Luna: Wow. Sometimes people were jerks. I pretended so much that I didn't care what anyone said, and I let nothing touch me. When I was younger, my mother used to hold me tightly and brush my hair and whisper words that didn't mean anything into my ear whenever someone made fun of me. Those days, I wasn't so weird. Most people were making fun of me for my dad. He'd strode into a pure blood party and commented that it smelled like a Crumple Horned Snorkack den. After we were made a laughing stock, he ran around, furiously trying to convince everyone this was a very, very good thing. Me and my mother just stood in the door as everyone else laughed. A little boy came over, and grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the door and into a corner. "What's wrong with your daddy? He's scaring me!" I just shook my head. "Sometimes, even I don't know. Mommy jokes that one day when I'm older I'll be just as crazy." The memory seemed like it was just yesterday. Luna had never found out who that guy was. They'd talked and laughed. He'd even said something, a quote, she remembered to this day. "Pretenses make other people happy, but only being you will make you truly happy." This continued until a menacing blond woman had come and grabbed his hand, whispering furiously not to hang out with 'the lunatics daughter, that she would be the only pure blood who had to depend on true love, and that she would probably end up marrying that sad little Longbottom child who looked like he was going to be a Squibb.' She'd waved at him and ran to find her mom, who was hurriedly looking for Luna, as they were departing early from a party they had been invited to as a bit of a joke. Then her mother had passed, and so many people had showed up, but her father was not one of them. And she just hovered awkwardly near the coffin, an object for pity. She wished the boy had been there again. He was so nice and caring. But slowly, Luna chose her own path. When her father talked about Wrackspurts or Nargles, she believed. Nowadays, she kept the quote in her mind. This was her own personality. She really believed in this stuff, no matter how many raised eyebrows she got. Ginny had once told her she could have ay boy in school if she wasn't so crazy. Luna didn't care. If crazy was who she was, so be it. But suprisingly, she wasn't ever truly happy. The little boy must have been wrong. Really. This was who Luna was.
