Luna
Tell me why you curl in the corner instead of talking with me about life and colors.
I try, I do. You look like a grey-brown pile of rags, barely breathing, mind fraying at the seams. I fear for a moment about my friends, back at school, and their minds, their fraying minds.
I would hear if Neville's gone insane. Bellatrix would come and she'd gloat with her evil laughter. Neville's strong. Like his parents. But more likely than not, the cause of Neville losing his mind will not be his own pain. He could never stand to watch. It would be a first year, or Ernie, or Hannah.
But Mr. Ollivander, why can't you smile? After all, we're alive, and at least we're not alone. I wish I had my wand-not to escape, but to bring some color into this dark cell. Cheer you up.
I thought that maybe if we worked together we could find something. If not an escape, then something worth living for. I know, but you need to understand.
Thank you for being here with me, even though you don't talk much. You're great company, and I do make you smile sometimes. Daddy tells me I'm a little like hope, and I hope I'm something like that for you.
