"I took for granted, all the times that I thought would last somehow. I hear the laughter, I taste the tears but I can't get near you now."

-Richard Marx (Right Here Waiting)

"What should we do with Luna's trunk?" I asked, pointing to the dark brown object lying on the overhead rack. The train had pulled into the station and everyone was gathering up their things.

"Well, we can't leave it here on the train," Ginny said. "It's full of her things. She'll need them when she gets back."

I caught her use of the word 'when' and it made me smile a little bit. "I guess the best thing to do, then, would be to bring it to her house. I can do it."

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked. "I can come with you if you need me to."

"No, it's alright. I'll probably go tomorrow morning. It's getting a little late now." I paused. "Her dad's probably home, right? You don't think the Death Eaters did anything to him?"

"I don't think so," Ginny said. "They took Luna so that he would behave and stop giving them trouble. Since they have her now, they probably left him alone."

"That's terrible," I whispered, shaking my head. "It's almost like bribery."

"That's how they work," Ginny shrugged. She didn't look happy about it either, though.

We stood for a few seconds more, just looking at Luna's trunk. Finally, I reached up and grabbed the handle, gently lowering it to the floor. "Alright, then, let's go." I started to drag both Luna's trunk towards the door in addition to my own, but Ginny stopped me.

"Hold on just a minute," she said. "There's something hanging out of Luna's trunk." She knelt down and I saw a pale yellow ribbon sticking out. I knew exactly what it was the moment I saw it. Dropping the trunk, I knelt down next to Ginny and opened the trunk. Lying right on top, the ribbon hanging out of the side of the trunk was Luna's D.A. coin.

"Why wasn't she wearing it?" I asked, picking it up. "She never takes it off, just like I never take mine off." I touched the brown cord my own coin was hanging from.

"There could have been loads of reasons," Ginny said. "Look, the ribbon's really frayed. It looks like it's about to break any second. She probably meant to fix it but never got the chance and she obviously didn't want it to break. At least if it's in her trunk, it's kept safe."

"Yeah, but she needs this right now. If she had it, she could have sent us a message letting us know where she was. If we had just thought of it, we could have sent her a message."

"It wouldn't have made a difference. She doesn't have her coin."

"I know, but I'm saying if she did."

"It's okay, Neville," Ginny said.

I didn't answer, but I didn't think it was okay and I knew Ginny didn't really think it was either. We weren't blaming anyone. It wasn't Luna's fault that she didn't have her coin with her, but we just wished that things had turned out differently.

I waved my wand over the ribbon, making it as good as new. Then, I slipped it around my own neck. The coin sat right over mine. "I'm going to keep it safe for her," I said quietly. "That way I can give it to her when she gets back." I used the word 'when' just like Ginny had. We were trying our best to stay positive. It was the only thing we could think to do at the moment and I could only hope it helped, even if it was just by a little bit.

It wasn't until the morning after I arrived in the basement of Malfoy Manor that I realized a very silly mistake that I had made. Usually, I wore my Dumbledore's Army on a ribbon around my neck, but on the day I had been taken off the train, I had overslept slightly and didn't have time to put it on, so I had slipped it into my trunk instead. I had planned to put it on as soon as possible, but other things had gotten in the way. If I had it with me now, I could have gotten in contact with Neville and Ginny.

"What's wrong?" Ollivander asked me. I looked at him. I hadn't even known he was up. It was early, or at least I assumed it was. Since neither one of has had watches, and there were no windows to allow sunlight, it was impossible to know what time it was. We could only get a general idea from when food was given to us. So far, we hadn't been given any while I was here, but I was guessing breakfast would come soon. At least I hoped it would.

"I just realized that there would have been a way to get a message to two of my classmates, but I don't have it with me. If I had it, I could have sent a message to Neville and Ginny."

"Luna, I doubt anyone will be able to break us out of here."

"Oh, I'm not expecting them to. I was just wishing that I could have told them that I'm alright and that they shouldn't worry too much. I could have told them to get a message to my dad as well and let him know I'm okay."

"What is this method of communication?" Ollivander asked curiously.

"It's a Galleon. Well, not a real one. It's fake. Two years ago, I was in a group at school called the D.A. and we used the coins to communicate with each other."

"Fascinating," Ollivander said.

I explained to him how Hermione had charmed the coins and how they operated. He seemed genuinely fascinated and very interested.

"Do you think, if you had that coin with you, you'd be able to use it to get in contact with someone who actually can help us?" Ollivander asked.

"Well, the only people who have these coins are a group of my classmates. I mean, I'm sure Neville and Ginny are very capable of getting us out. I think they could do it if they really tried. I just don't want them to try. But if you mean adults, then no, I don't think so. There aren't any adults who have a coin."

"But couldn't one of your friends reach someone for us?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, but it doesn't matter. I don't have the coin with me." I sighed. "I wish I hadn't even taken it off that night. The only reason I did was because the ribbon was fraying. I didn't want it to break while I was sleeping and I was going to fix it in the morning, but then I ran late and I was taken off the train." I shrugged and started drawing designs in the dirt on the floor.

"You mustn't feel bad," Ollivander insisted. "You couldn't have done anything about it. You didn't know you'd be taken off the train."

"I just think it's odd and sort of funny how things happen," I said. "I always have that coin around my neck, but the one time I take it off, I end up somewhere where it would have been handy to have it."

Ollivander was silent for a moment. "Breakfast should be coming soon," he said.

"What do they feed you around here, anyway?" I asked. "I'm guessing they don't give you anything good. Definitely not any pudding."

"No," Ollivander chuckled. His laughter turned into a wheezy cough. Once he stopped coughing, he continued. "They don't give me a lot and it's not good food. Usually just a piece of bread or two and a cup of water. Sometimes they give me cheese too, but not always."

Ollivander had been right in predicting that the food would be coming soon. It wasn't even a few minutes after he had finished talking that the door was unlocked and a Death Eater shoved in a plate of food and two glasses of water. "I'll be back for the dishes in ten minutes," he said before closing the door with a bang.

I crawled over to collect the food before bringing it back to Ollivander. "Four pieces of bread, two apples, and two glasses of water," I reported as I split the food evenly between us. I smiled. "It's practically a feast. Nothing like Hogwarts, though, don't you agree?"

Ollivander gave a weak laugh. "No, nothing at all like Hogwarts."

I ate my two pieces of bread and then tossed the apple back and forth between my hands a few times. It reminded me of the thestrals. Sometimes they would eat apples, but not often. They usually stuck to raw meat. Eventually, I turned to Ollivander. He had already eaten all of his food. He had been here longer than me and was probably a lot hungrier. Suddenly I regretted eating the bread. I still had the apple, though, so I held it out to him.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Take it," I urged. "You need it more than I do."

"Oh, no, Luna, you need to eat as well. I've already told you they don't give us a lot."

"Yes, but it's been longer since you've last eaten a good amount of food. I ate breakfast yesterday morning before I left school. I'm not even that hungry."

"Oh, but you will be," Ollivander said. "I can't take that apple from you."

I looked around for something that would cut the apple in half so that we could split it, but the only thing I saw was a rusty nail lying on the floor. That surely wouldn't be sanitary at all. Instead, I tried passing the apple to Ollivander again. "You should have it. Really, you need it a lot more than I do."

Ollivander hesitated, but I could tell he was close to giving in. He looked extremely hungry.

"Well, alright," he said quietly, taking the apple, "but promise me you won't always try to give me your food. As nice of a gesture it is, I couldn't possibly let you not eat. We don't know how long we'll be in here. We're going to need all the food we can manage to eat."

I nodded. "I understand," I said before leaning back up against the wall again. It was only my second day here, but I already wasn't sure how long I'd be able to stand it. Counting stone tiles and daydreaming could only get you so far.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! Things have been really busy, but after next week, I should have more time to write. This chapter's a little on the short side, but I didn't want to leave everyone even longer without an update. Don't forget to review! I love reading them :)