Luna sits cross-legged by the lake's edge, her wand tucked behind her ear and her wide eyes fixed on the rippling water, which glimmers faintly in the moonlight. The dark woods around Hogwarts hum softly with nocturnal life, their shadows shifting like whispering secrets. She tilts her head slightly, as though listening to something only she can hear.

Suddenly, the rustle of leaves from a nearby bush catches her attention. Without a hint of alarm, she turns her dreamy gaze toward the source of the sound.

“Oh, hello there,” she says softly, her voice light and airy as if addressing an old friend. She leans forward slightly, peering into the darkness. “Are you hiding from something? Or perhaps someone?”