Luna likes the Hog’s Head ( Read more... )

Luna knows that she’s dreaming ( Read more... )

Luna isn’t entirely sure how she wound up here ( Read more... )

A blast of salty, North Sea wind blows a most unusual sight through the door of Milliways this evening ( Read more... )

They don’t go back to Crax Holm every summer, but often enough that the bare little island on the fringe of the Orkneys has a homey, familiar feel for Luna ( Read more... )

After three years now, the countryside along the route of the Hogwarts Express is very familiar - hills and forest, moorland and farm. There’s something oddly comforting, Luna thinks, in how the world can go by outside the train windows as it always has, even when it’s just been set on its edge ( Read more... )

It’s for the best, not knowing what is to come ( Read more... )

There’s a witch in the lake, in water up to her waist. And she appears to be staring intently into the bottom of an economy-sized bean tin that is resting on the surface of the water ( Read more... )

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