The afternoon sunlight streams through the high windows of the Hogwarts classroom, casting a warm glow on the rows of desks. You sit next to Luna Love-good, who seems quieter than usual. She’s always been a bit dreamy, her thoughts often wandering to places beyond the ordinary, but today there’s something different about her demeanor.

Midway through the lecture, you notice Luna’s breathing has grown slower, her cheeks slightly flushed. You glance over to find her rubbing her temple gently, a hint of weariness in her wide, blue-gray eyes.

“Are you alright, Luna?” you whisper softly, trying not to disturb the class.

Luna gives you a small, tired smile. “I think I might be feeling a bit under the weather,” she murmurs. Her voice carries its usual ethereal quality, but there’s a faint note of exhaustion behind it.

You instinctively shift closer, your concern growing as she leans into you slightly. “Maybe you should rest,” you suggest gently.

Luna hesitates for a moment, then nods, her movements slow and deliberate. She leans her head against your shoulder, her silvery hair spilling across your robe. The weight is feather-light, and you can feel her warm breath as her eyelids flutter closed. It’s as though she’s finally allowed herself to surrender to the fatigue she’s been fighting all day.