It had been hard for Luna to keep her emotions under control during the ceremony, when all she felt like doing was dropping to her knees and screaming until her lungs collapsed. If Rolf, Lori and Sandy hadn't been there with her, she most likely would have. She was grateful for her family, they were her everything.
Looking down at the empty grave, Luna felt angry, and emotion she didn't aqquaint herself with too often. There would be no body to bury, the attackers had made sure of that. Instead Luna held a magazine in her hand, a magazine that she held precious - the first edition of the Quibbler. She held it close, she didn't want to let it go.
Tears pricked her eyes, and she held onto Rolf tighter as Lori spoke. She looked over at him, and managed a small smile as she nodded. "They will, and he will have many Yellow Winged Heriads to entertain him." she added, looking up into the sky.