Chocolate Frog Card: (Silver) Elizabeth Burke: Challenge: Write about a bully.

March Event: Pandora/Luna - 50 points

Word Count: 719

Seven year old Luna watched as the older boy, a person she hadn't even spoken to before, snatched the magazine from her hands and throw in into the lake. She'd tried to protest at the beginning, when she saw what he was going to do, but he pushed her over and she landed roughly on her backside. She wasn't strong or fast enough to stop him from being mean.

She also didn't need her special glasses to know that his head was filled with wrackspurts.

Curse them.

"I'm helping you, Looney," the boy hissed. She wished she knew his name because then she could talk to him back properly. "You don't need that nonsense to be filtered through your brain." He chuckled darkly. "Though, considering your parents, I dare say it might be too late."

The boy sneered at her before walking past, aiming to step on her fingers but she managed to remove it from the ground quicker than he'd anticipated but he didn't make a fuss and try to hurt her again, choosing to just carry on walking away.

Luna sat on the ground for a few more moments before skipping quickly to the lake and peering in to see if she could find her father's magazine.

She couldn't; he'd thrown it in too deep.

She dragged her feet home, not really wanting to explain why her magazine was gone or why there were dirt stains on the seat of her trousers or why she was home late.

She didn't know why she bothered hiding it because she knew her mother would know the moment she got home.

She was right.

"Luna, love," her mum, Pandora, sang as soon as the child had walked through the door. "Come sit with me." Luna skipped through the rooms, finding her mother in her bedroom, sitting on the window seat as she looked out the window.

"Hello, Mother," she greeted, kicking her shoes off before holding her hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her feet. "How are you?"

"Come here, petal," she replied, not answering her question. Luna didn't waste a moment, scampering over to the older witch and sitting beside her. They both sat in silence and Luna knew not to rush her. "Don't let him get you down," she told her, not looking away from the clouds. "That boy doesn't understand you; he doesn't deserve to understand you."

"I want someone to understand me," Luna grumbled, pouting. Pandora chuckled.

"Oh, poppet! One day, you'll have friends who understand you and like you for you. They might not believe in what we believe in, but they won't hurt you."

"They'll like me?" Luna asked, her eyes wide and showing how vulnerable she truly was in this moment. "I'll have friends?"

"Of course you will," Pandora agreed, looking away from the sky and to her young daughter. "You'll have friends and you'll learn and you'll have fun. That's all that matters, isn't it?"

Luna nodded, happy at her future. Her mother was never wrong. Luna reached her hand out to the gap between them and she smiled when her mother's hand covered her own. She felt strong with her support and love.

"Luna?" a voice asked, and the little girl turned her head to see her father, his tired face smiling at her happily. "How are you, my little dove?"

"I'm okay, papa," she replied, turning back to the window. "I was talking to mother."

"You were?" he asked, moving to sit on the window seat with the little girl. "What did she say?"

"She told me that I'd have friends one day," she confessed eagerly, a huge grin splitting her face. "I know that she's looking out for me and she wouldn't lie to me; not about this."

"Your mother would never lie to you about anything," he told her, pulling her small body into his for a cuddle where he pressed a loving kiss to the top of her head. "She loves you too much for that."

"I love her too," her muffled response came back. "I miss her, too."

"As do I," he agreed, tears filling his eyes. "But we'll see her again one day. And she'll be waiting to give you big hugs and kisses."

"You think so?"

"I know so."