Outside of the fact my wrist is screaming in pain this is strange but the interesting sort of strange. I mean its not everyday a PortKey can basically go haywire and dump me in New York of all places right? But then I could still be a tiny bit out of it after that crash landing too.
So hi. I'm Luna, I'm 17 soon to be 18 and I think another cup of tea, a shower and going back to bed is the order of business I need. Plus I'm supposed to find a physical therapist as soon as possible.
But can I borrow some clothes in the meantime?
Smallish edit (blame the mental fog): I'm on the 4th floor for the curious.
*Filter: Harry Potter People*
I was told by the suits and white coats that I'm among friends and allies. So who all is here? I already made an attempt at reaching my father but that was a total bust.
Last thing I remember was leaving St. Mungo's after a physical therapy session too. It was also about 7 months after the war too.
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