Harry Potter Characters Luna Lovegood Novels & Stories

Writer's POV Luna Malfoy was in a haste to see the girl Diego had brought to the castle. She left for the doctor's room even before Diego showed up. The doctor was rounding up with his last check up on her, and she seems to have regained consciousness. On seeing Luna Malfoy, the young lady was surprised. She remembers seeing her face but she can't remember where she has met it. "Well, young Miss, meet the queen luna of the Lycan pack." He introduced.

I told him but he just laughed it off. “Okay, let me tell you what I have found out..” Kenny says. “Okay..” I replied. ”No more interruptions.” Kenny pressed. “I got that.” “You are still interrupting. ” Kenny persisted. Now, I didn't talk again. Kenny was acting like he held something up against me. I felt like punching him but I needed the information. He had it and he was using it against me. “Okay then.” He starts as he gains in on my face. “Her name is Amy just like your past lover. Turns out that she is an orphan. She was raised by one doctor in town. They call his name Kimbro.”

an elder warned. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “My Dad said you found our Luna!” a girl exclaimed from the crowd. She held a white werewolf plushie with blue eyes, matching her own. “Is she pretty?” she asked and the children went “ooohhhh.” “Alpha’s getting married!” another girl shouted. “Alpha, can I be a flower girl? Pretty please?” another asked.

I bid them farewell before turning my attention to Luna's friends, who were busy setting up the instruments. When one of Luna's friends approached me, I almost jumped out of my seat. "Hi! We are going to play some songs later," she said. I looked at her face, trying to think of something that would help me remember her name. They are just so many! She, like Delilah, has short hair. Her brows are perfectly shaped, and she has a mole above the right brow. Her almond-shaped chocolate eyes behind those glasses are my favorite feature.

To protect ourselves, we shut off people. I remembered her stories about them being the Harry, Ron, and Hermione of the Southshire Academy. Luna is the kind of girl who is hard to be hated. She’s kind and cool. I want a relationship like what Lucas and she have. They are the polar opposite of each other but they fit perfectly with each other.

The shape of her lip was heart -shaped. It's like I want to cry, I've only just seen such a perfect face in my whole life. “That’s okay. She looks good in her clothes. ” My answer. -- “Wow, Lods?! Who is that?" Kerky's question after I entered the staff quarters with Luna. just outside the university Luna has already caught people's attention. Others are still stunned after seeing her. "It's Luna." I answered and for no apparent reason I felt a little annoyed by his smiling nod. Tsk.

At first, I only saw eyes staring back at me, but now the monster has slaughtered a werewolf, and I can no longer stay idle. I tiredly put on my clothes. I don't care about fashion and dress like Aerith from Final Fantasy on most days. I've always been kind at heart, and Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter is my idol—she wasn't afraid of being herself. She always smiled, and watching her gave me the strength to wear my floral patterned clothes and boots. Humming to myself, I walk out through my room at the hotel, almost crashing into the girl from the other day—Patricia.

"Of course, Luna. I will try to call him." "Thank you," I say and step back. Bonny insists we sit down to collect ourselves and think things over, so we take a breather in the large leather armchairs situated as a waiting area. I glance back to the desk, unable to relax, and I see the woman on the phone. "Brigette!" Luna Lovegood scuttles into the lobby from the elevators, her mate left behind as she waves and hurries over. Her bright face dims when she surveys the poor mood of both me and my party. She stops before me and asks, "Is everything alright?"

She, after all, was the Luna of the pack who oversaw the repairs and recover from this disaster. Two people she assumed were the coven leaders stepped out of the second vehicle and approached. “Good morning. Thank you for being so prompt. I am Helena Harris, the Luna of the Black Dane Pack.” Helena stepped forward but didn’t offer her hand. It was a protection. Touching could transfer magic or poisons. If they wanted trust, they needed to build it up between them.

Luna was making her way out of the hall, she staggered a few times as though she had been drunk when she spotted a figure clumped up at a corner close to the entrance. She immediately recognised herfrom her golden hair. Luna immediately rushed over and her heart broke into a thousand pieces at the sight before her. Lena was almost reduced to bones and her previously beautiful face seemed a thousand years old.