"I'm sorry," said Luna. She was. She knew how difficult it was to lose people. But the important thing was not letting it keep you from living. Luna didn't. She missed her mother very much, but Penelope Lovegood had always taught her daughter that being who she was was exactly who she ought to be, so Luna was just the most Lunaish Luna that she could be. "It is just me and Daddy."
She blinked those big owlish eyes at him a few times before asking, "Will you teach me how to do something?"