I used to feel sad
When people made fun of me.
I used to feel lonely.
When they laughed at me, called me names, or stole my things.
Or when they whispered about me, behind bookshelves,
Or as I passed in the halls.
I would sometimes cry,
In my round room upstairs.
Salty tears.
They say I have no friends
Who would want to be friends with “Loony” Lovegood?
I answer: Thestrals.
They smirk.
Thestrals are better friends than they could ever be.
When I’m missing my mother,
I sometimes stare into the sky.
And see the clouds
Floating far above.
And I feel alone.
But often now I stare into the sky,
And it calms me.
And the clouds become friendly shapes.
And an occasional Wrackspurt.
That I beat away and skip inside,
Into the arms of my father.
Who is the only one who truly understands me.
I guess I still feel sad sometimes
I sometimes even wonder what it would be like
How things would be different-
If I was what they call “normal.”
But I wear my radish earrings with pride.
And flaunt my butterbeer cork necklace.
I made them myself.
And my hair?
They call it dishwater blond.
I call it my long golden tresses.
Rays of sunshine.
I know who I am.
I like who I am,
They can call me “Looney” Lovegood
If they want to.
But to me,
And my father,
And those who love me and don’t know it.
Or are too scared to say…
I’m Luna.