what a tender, loving tale. Luna of anyone would understand Myrtle, how perfect! and such lovely language too, like this beautiful description of Luna's first immmpression of the Prefect's Bath: There are delicate little patterns of cracks on the mirror that look like spider webs and black spots that make it seem as if it's some wild, spotted animal, left without human contact for decades. Everything is chipped and flaking, like history, like an antiques store. The light of the small candles is soft and subtle, keeping the mysteries of the room alive.