Luna sighed as she stared at the dank walls. The darkness hadn't let up for almost a week now. It had been a long week for Luna, the very embodiment of sunshine, to be trapped below the floor.
"Are you alright? You seem especially down." Rasped Mr. Ollivander. Luna turned to where she supposed him to be and smiled.
"I miss being happy in town." Said Luna.
"As do I, my dear. I miss Diagon Alley."
"I miss looking over the valley."
"Do you remember the sounds of the crowd?"
"I remember it being loud." Luna admitted with a wry smile.
"We certainly have a flair for rhyme."
"That's because we have the time." Said Luna. Griphook growled from the corner,
"No more rhymes now, I mean it!"
"Anybody want a peanut?" whispered Mr. Ollivander with a grin. He and Luna shared a quiet laugh. Griphook glared at them, gave a huff, and turned over to face the wall.
A/N: Thanks for reading everyone! I wrote this for a challenge and hope you all enjoyed it.