~ Sir Walter Scott ~
Sunday, February 5th ~ Afternoon
Standing at the gates, Luna looked up at the castle while holding herself. The echos of those days, over five years ago seemed to start as soon as she saw the building. It looked alright to her eyes, but her spirit still felt the wounds. Hogsmeade - was different. It had been a place to visit and have fun. Its destruction had been more complete, it was true, but that hadn't been home like this ancient structure before her. The house with her father had never felt right after her mother died and while Luna knew he loved her, it hadn't been enough. The feeling of family had come back here, with those few friends that had accepted her for what she was and could never be.
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