Megan didn’t move a muscle as the strange not-Luna came closer. Her brain knew that this was not the Luna that she knew, it didn’t look like her, she wasn’t small and willowy like the sixteen year old she knew. But she spoke in the same manner, and she knew things, knew her. Megan also knew that the ground she was on, the huge clock tower and the strange buildings were no part of Hogwarts or even hogsmeade. Still, she just nodded when Luna mentioned Madam Pomfrey.
Honestly, what other choice did Megan have but to trust her? With that thought in mind, she struggled back up to her feet, using the tree to hold herself up. “Okay.”