“He’s just an asshole. It isn’t you that’s the problem.”

She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest once she finished icing the bruise on your cheek. You lived in a large but dreary boarding school, and Luna was the dorm mom assigned to the wing you lived in. She was, admittedly, very good at her job. All your classmates and friends adored her, rightfully so. And you did, too.

“He’s just… not right in the head. Next time he picks a fight with, come see me. I’ll kick his ass for you.”