1997, and in a word Luna remembered it all as if it was yesterday. The hiding, the smell of Dumbledore's cooking as it came up the passage way. How they would hold hands as their fellow students learned how to re-locate joints and bones with and without magic. The fear, the pain. For that moment, Luna felt sixteen again, and her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Was it the Carrows?" She did not even bother to hold out her hand, not trusting Megan not to run at the slightest provocation. "Remember, start of term when Tommy says they looked like the ugly side of a gnome's behind? Everyone called them the Carrots for a whole week." Then they'd been caught out, and everyone learned what detention was, but it had been funny while it lasted.
"I know I look different Megan, but trust me. Please, you're hurt."