When Lorcan was younger, he knew that his mother was someone. Not just because of all the creatures she discovered or the fact that she made the best grilled cheese sandwiches, but the way that people would look at her when they realized who she was. Luna Lovegood was a name that people, at least people in the wizarding world, knew.
As Lorcan grew older, he started to realize why. His mother had been in a war, the War Against Voldemort. She had fought in it, she had even been one of the major participant's in it. People knew who she was, and people respected her for what she had done in it.
He just never knew what exactly what happened, what she had done.
He never knew what had happened to her.
She had been kidnapped, imprisoned by Scor's family. He looked at his friend, his face ashen as he realized what he had just said, what Lorcan had never known.
"Excuse me," Lorcan said, his voice sounding far away, even to himself. "I have to go."
He needed to see his mother.