"There is no peace in injustice Terrance." Luna replied- her volume matching his. She had told Cyril that she just wanted to ask him why. Why he had stolen so much from her, but that wasn't quite correct.
"The memories they say you stole, they were of when I was in captivity by Voldemort and the Malfoys. Did you know that? I was down there for months, listening to the Dark Lord torture and maim, hearing Bellatrix Lestrange go after mothers and fathers in search of my friends. I heard them cry out, I heard their bodies fall to the floor, I know the smell of death. Day after day after day. I sat in the dark, in the cold, listening. They say Azkaban is worse, though I don't know how. If you stole those memories, you should know that too. Why would you want to go there? Why would you do this to yourself?"
Luna held herself very still as she spoke, holding tight onto a candy wrapper she had brought with her, just a bit of trash she had kept in her pocket since the attack. "What did you do with those memories?"