Luna curled up next to Rolf, tilting her slightly upwards to look at her husband. While staying with their sons in their flat had been lovely and allowed the family to spend much-needed time together, the fact was that the building was much too small for all four of them. Thankfully, Harry had offered to let them stay at his house, which was much larger, and allowed for more privacy. But as good as it was, it still wasn't home.
She sighed slightly. She had lived in her house since she had been born, it was where both of her parents had died, where her sons had been born. It held so many memories, and now it had been reduced to nothing but rubble. "I don't know if I can go back." she admitted softly, tilting her head down. "It's too...hard for me." Luna wasn't one to run away from her problems, but this was different. Losing her father had affected her in ways she had never imagined.