Girls her age never do the kinds of things she does, but they don't know what she's like inside.

The dirt road was bumpy and uneven, yet the dust was settled. No one had walked down this way for some time.

Luna doesn’t feel the cold. She feels the presence of who is next to her, and nothing more.

Ginny’s eyes are wide and almost sympathetic. I don’t want sympathy, and she knows it."

A quiet little walk down the corridors, with the exception of incessant whispers. My very first fanfiction. Please review.