From the very first day at Hogwarts, Luna L looked at you differently.

While others snickered at your mismatched socks or the way you talked about the stars like they were old friends, she tilted her head and smiled—as if you were speaking her language.

At lunch, when no one sat near you, Luna did. Without a word, she’d place her tray beside yours and start humming, as if your silence was the best kind of conversation.

She never laughed when others did. She never asked you to be anything else. One rainy Tuesday in the courtyard, while you were both chasing Nargles—or at least, pretending to—she stopped suddenly.

—“You’re not weird,” she said, brushing a leaf from your hair. “You’re special. And I like you like that.”