I had so many comments that it was easy writing this one. Another closure chapter, but a lot nicer than the one from the Hospital Wing, because Luna has complete control of what's happening.

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Bristol, England.

November 1st of 1975

Dear Luna,

I hope this letter finds you well, darling, for the shock that I received certainly took a year or so of my life away. My dear daughter, tell me why your father came into my house for the first time since the divorce looking like he saw a ghost? I almost called the police! I got back from my shift, and he was sitting on the stairs at front, looking pale and sickly.

All of this because, apparently, you have a boyfriend.

While I hope that the conversation that we had this summer before going to school stuck with you, I'm glad that you're opening your social circle for more people. Still, please, remember that a woman cannot just give herself to any man, be sure that you love him before accepting anything other than a kiss – a woman should be kept sacred in the hands of someone that truly loves her, then the love they share isn't dirty, it is simply love.

Your father does not like the idea, ever the overprotective father that I knew he was going to be when I found out that I was going to have a girl. He says that the boy's family is rich and titled; that makes me unbothered to appear annoying by repeating the conversation of the paragraph above, for such carefulness must be twice as strong. Rich men have an entitlement to everything around them, and that includes other people as well, and I do not want to see you suffering for the consequences of your decisions without the support of the man responsible for it. Regulus Black, he calls him. A beautiful name, I thought. I hope that he treats you well.

Now, to the point that truly matters: a meeting.

According to your father, people like the family of that boy requests a meeting before accepting the relationship. I thought it was completely ridiculous, but I can't say 'no', you never ask anything of me. I gave your father my days-off so he can appoint a day that I can attend. I expect explanations, nonetheless.

Your mum,

Hope Jensen

Dear Daughter,

Why the hell have you never mentioned this boy before? Why the hell do I have to hear of a courtship coming from Orion fucking Black? What the fuck?!

We'll arrange a meeting and I'll write you soon.

I love you, Lady, but please don't scare me like that ever again. I almost died of a heart attack when I received a letter with the Black Crest in the envelope. Had it not been for your grandmother, I would've gone to your school to make sure it was real.

My pretty girl, are you sure of your decision?

Daddy

Luna knew that her father had never been the most eloquent of people in letters, no matter how long he spent writing and writing documents and protecting people in court with complicated words, so she was not upset when his letter was much shorter and less structured than her mother's. She was, however, very happy that her mother had written to her and had not written to her brother at all.

"Are they angry?" Pandora asked, putting her books back into her bag.

They were in the sun in the school grounds, not too far away from where Regulus was just sitting down (just with Barty, no Evan to be seen). They had decided to study there after Pandora said that she felt her body lacking in vitamins (after she had drunk two cups of orange juice).

"Not at all, just confused," Luna answered. "I mean, they found out about it all through Regulus' father."

"His Grace is quite intimidating, indeed," Pandora agreed.

Luna turned to Pandora, eyes widened.

"His what now?" she asked.

"His Grace, Orion Black, Duke of Suffolk," Pandora answered, confused by her friend's surprise. "Did you not know?"

"I knew he had a title, yes, but I did not think it was a fucking Dukedom!" Luna exclaimed. "Bloody hell!"

"My father is a Viscount, you got along well with him," Pandora said, shrugging. "He really likes you."

"What?! I thought your father was a Lord!" Luna said even more confused.

"Well, in the wizarding world we usually refer to anyone with title as 'Lord' or 'Lady'. I say 'His Grace' sometimes because I like the sound of it, otherwise it's not really that expected of me to say so," Pandora said. "If you ever meet them, call them 'Lord' and 'Lady' Black. That's enough."

Luna shoved the letters in her bag, her interest being taken away from her family and caught by Pandora's family.

"Are there other families with titles?" Luna asked. Pandora nodded, but said nothing. Luna almost started laughing, rolling her eyes in amusement. "Panda, what families?"

"Oh. You want a list. Well, the Blacks and the Rosiers got the titles for helping the monarchy, at different times, though. There are the Potters, Lord Potter is a wonderful Marquess, who got their title many generations ago as an attempt of peace between England and India, which didn't work – of course – but they were so dear to the Muggle Royal Family that they kept the title. There are the Selwyns, and Lord Jace Selwyn is a Baron."

"No more?"

"There are the Malfoys, but most people don't really recognise them as real nobles," Pandora admitted.

"And why is that?" Luna asked.

"Because the family is new money and are completely leaning in their baronetcy," Evan said. "Money that they made working because Abraxas Malfoy cannot, by any means, hold himself away from the tables, and neither could his father when alive."

Luna almost gasped in her surprise, she turned to see him standing in the sun, hands in his pockets and bag precariously balanced on his shoulder. He smirked at his sister, not even looking at Luna before dropping his bag to the ground and sitting down beside Pandora with a quick rub on the top of her head. He finally looked at Luna, nodding at her once as some sort of greeting, but not exactly talking to her.

"Lord Malfoy, Evan," Pandora said.

"Lord Malfoy my arse," Evan said. "Horrid, hateful man. And his son is a bitch."

"Evan!"

"What? He is!" Evan insisted. He turned to Luna. "Have you met Abraxas or Lucius Malfoy?"

"No," Luna said, uncomfortable.

His eyebrows twitched.

"Lucky you. When you do, don't leave Regulus' side," he warned.

Luna nodded, unsure of how to say that if she was ever in a group filled with purebloods, she certainly wouldn't leave Regulus' side even if she knew that she was safe enough in that place.

Pandora sighed, shifting slightly away from her brother because their shoulders were brushing against one another.

"Lord Malfoy can be an intimidating man, but not more than the Black family, so as long as you are connected to them, you are as safe as you can be," Pandora said. "Your eyes widened a bit, so that means that you're afraid, doesn't it?"

Evan snorted, looking away.

"I suppose I am a little bit afraid, yes," Luna said, nodding to her friend. "Fuck..."

"Don't cuss in front of Regulus' family," Evan warned her.

Without being able to hold herself back, she rolled her eyes before looking at him.

"I wouldn't use bad words in front of my boyfriend's family," she said.

Evan's smirk made her hesitate.

"Boyfriend," he repeated to himself. "How sweet." The way Evan seemed to be teasing her made her blush deeply, her cheeks burning as she made sure to turn her face away, pretending to look at something in an entirely different direction from where the boy sat. "How bashful of you to blush and look away, Miss Lupin. He is your boyfriend in one way or another, I suppose."

"I suppose," she mumbled, trying to push away the feeling of shame for her slip.

"Regulus used the word 'partner' in the Common Room yesterday when we talked about you and he blushed all the same, if that's any comfort to you," Evan offered.

Pandora frowned.

"They are partners, I don't see why he blushed. He's being completely honest, isn't he?" Pandora asked.

"Indeed honest. That's not the problem, Panda. He just... isn't used to be seen as someone 'datable' or desired at all," Evan said.

"That's not true. Most girls have been interested in him at point," Pandora said.

Evan turned his head to Pandora so suddenly and swiftly that Luna could hear it crack from where she at.

"Have you ever been interested in Regulus?" he asked.

Pandora shrugged.

"He's handsome."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that he's handsome. I have only been interested in my intended, of course," Pandora said.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Don't call my friend handsome again, thank you," he said.

"Why? Regulus is handsome!" Pandora said, baffled by her brother's reaction.

The laughter right behind Luna made her look over her shoulder, resting her hand on the ground beside her to twist her back to see better. Regulus was standing behind them, Barty beside him twisting his hands in front of his body.

"Why, thank you, Pandora," Regulus said.

"You are most welcome, Regulus," Pandora answered automatically.

Luna almost laughed, but was able to just hold it into a smile. Pandora had an odd way of never being embarrassed about anything, and that about her made her somewhat envious.

"Why don't you blokes sit with us?" Evan asked, leaning back casually, as carefree as he could be. "Enjoy the sun for... what's the name of it, Panda?"

"Vitamins."

"Vitamins!" Evan finished his sentence, making a point of making a presentation with his hand, almost as if offering a place in the grass for the boys. "Miss Lupin here, apparently, is quite the expert in vitamins."

Barty frowned.

"We know what vitamins are," Barty said.

Regulus blinked, turning to his friend. "What are they?" he asked.

Barty's surprise was obvious as he turned to Luna, seemingly becoming even more confused about what was happening around him.

"Are you all being serious? You don't know what vitamins are?" Barty asked, sitting beside Luna, near Evan's bag.

"I do," Pandora announced, proudly. "Luna explained it to me and I explained it to Evan, but Evan didn't really pay attention when I said that plants are also able to give us vitamins."

Evan turned to her.

"You speak of plants for far too long for me to pay attention to everything that you say," Evan defended himself. "Though I did learn about it coming from the sun. I was paying attention, see?"

Regulus turned to Luna, ignoring what his friends were saying.

"I don't know what they are," he said. "Would you mind terribly to explain it to me, Luna?"

He looked so earnest and offended that everybody seemed to know something while he didn't, the competitive nature within him begging for the knowledge just so he wouldn't be left behind. Thankfully, it was less embarrassing to ask the information from Luna than to his friends, because when he asked (politely enough) it could just sound like flirting, according to Evan.

"They are tiny molecules that are found in some foods and the sunlight, for example, that help your body function," she explained shallowly. "There are many types of it, thirteen of them, I believe. 'A' for the eyes, 'C' for the skin, 'D' (the one that comes from the sun) for the bones, 'K' for blood."

"Where did you learn that?" Regulus asked.

"My mum," she said. "She's a nurse. Well, you'd call it Healer here."

Barty raised his eyebrows.

"Your mum works?" he asked, surprised.

Regulus gave him a warning look.

"It's normal for muggles," he explained, though it sounded like it was a painful sentence for him to say.

Luna smiled to herself.

Pandora leaned forward.

"You take a vitamin every night," Pandora said.

Luna blushed when all eyes went to her.

"I'm not good in keeping my B-12 levels up," she said, shrugging and looking away. "It helps with anaemia, too. It makes me get less sick if I keep taking it, I tested it during the summer."

Regulus smiled a bit at her, though it looked forced.

"I'm glad that you're trying not to get so sick so often," he said. "If the question is not too personal, may I ask, what makes you so sick?"

Pandora bit her tongue to keep herself in silence, because she knew the answer to that question all too well. It had taken so long for Luna to tell her anything about it that she couldn't dare to risk her friend's trust in her, especially not about that painful subject.

Still, Evan knew her too well and tensed up when she did and watched her reaction to Luna tensing up and hesitating.

Regulus opened his mouth to apologise and quickly move the subject away when Luna cleared her throat, not liking the silence that fell upon the group.

"I had an infection when I was younger after I got hurt," she started, voice wavering and hesitating. "If didn't kill me, but it lodged itself in my heart in in part of my brain. It got a lot better than when I was younger, but it still makes me sick sometimes. It's easier if I just say that I have a heart condition; that's what most people think that I have anyway, that's what my brother thinks that I have."

"Your brother doesn't know?" Evan asked.

He couldn't imagine not knowing Pandora's medical history to the detail. He knew everything about her: blood type, illnesses, conditions, likes, dislikes. If something happened, he was able to step forward and answer any question a doctor could have.

"He doesn't need to. It's complicated," she answered.

Evan was going to ask something else, but Barty met his eyes and shook his head discreetly, warning to him to just leave it. Regulus didn't even notice the exchange of looks, because he was too busy just watching Luna's eyes darting around the place, refusing to meet anyone's gaze.

Luna had a lot more in her than he had thought. He was eager to break its shell apart.

Luna was completely aware that her idea was as stupid as it could be.

Even if she had promised that she wouldn't go back to Sirius' arms (not that he had tried to get her back at all), she couldn't help but staring at the birthday present that she had bought for him during the summer resting on top of her bed as she fiddled with her sleeping shorts in silence. It was a stupid idea, but it wouldn't leave her mind.

She didn't have a lot of money, neither had her family. She had worked hard during the summer in the neighbourhood as a babysitter for months and kept a lot of money from her birthdays and Christmas (at the time she usually requested money, not real presents) and had exchanged it for wizarding money, opening a vault for herself. Her father had been very proud of her monetary responsibility and she had smiled for weeks, the key of her vault hidden in the very bottom of her school trunk.

For almost a whole year, she had left the money there without moving it, until her brief situationship with Sirius Black. Proudly, she had gone to Diagon Alley with her dad and bought her school supplies and slipped some of her own money into her pocket for "ice-cream and sweets" only to stop on a tiny shop very near the entrance of Knockturn Alley and bought a pocket watch – it was pretty, made of bronze and had been used by some Lord that had passed away and his son had sold it away, not wanting the memory of his father. It looked like something Sirius would wear – classy, but clearly muggle made. After spending good money on it, it felt just wrong to keep it, even if she wanted nothing more than to throw the clock out of the window.

"It's a bad idea to go, isn't it?" Luna asked Pandora in a low voice.

"Yes. The girls are going, though. You could go with them," Pandora said.

Luna turned, not all that surprised, but a bit sad nonetheless.

"You aren't coming?" she asked, just to make sure.

"I spent the whole day outside with everybody else. I don't think I can take a party tonight. It's too loud," Pandora said, already in her pyjamas and sitting on her bed. She was tired, that much was clear. "I think I'll just sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure," she answered. "You should go, if you want to. Not a good idea to go, but you want to go."

"I think I should go," Luna explained. "I don't owe him anything, but I spent money on this. It's fair that it ends up on his hands, even if we fought."

Pandora glanced at the clock.

"If you are going, then you should change clothes. The girls will be coming up soon to prepare themselves," she said. "Make yourself prettier."

Luna glanced at the trunk at the foot of her bed and undressed to her underwear.

She didn't have a problem changing in front of Pandora, she had seen the scars in her torso before and had even commented on it the first time that she saw it, not being able to hold back her questions. It took almost three months after her questions were asked for Luna to answer her. They were just thirteen at that time.

The only good option that she had was the very light pastel blue dress that she had for at least a couple of years at that point, her father had bought it for her when he had noticed her looking at it in the glass window of the store. She had not asked for it, but he bought it anyway. It was modest in the bodice, but it had grown shorter, just reaching her mid-thighs at that point after a small growth of her.

"I like that colour," Pandora said.

Luna smoother down her dress, smiling at Pandora as the girl lied in her own bed, fluffing her pillow without looking at her friend again. The truth was that Luna didn't feel all that beautiful, however she didn't feel all that fat either – the bodice was tight, though it covered her torso well, but the skirts were flowy enough. If she was being honest, she rather liked the way her breasts looked full and barely contained (she had to push away the thought that Sirius had always liked her breasts).

The door of the dormitory opened.

"Oh, already going to bed, Pandora?" Marta asked, raising her eyebrows at the girl covered in bed. "It's nine."

"I'm sleepy. I'll sleep," Pandora said as if it was obvious.

Amanda nodded.

"I mean, you should," Amanda said kindly. "And... Luna? You're coming with us?"

Luna blushed.

"If you don't mind," she said.

"Of course!" Rosalie said, smiling. "The more, the merrier. Besides, that might make Remus come to talk to us."

She giggled.

Luna stared.

"He won't," she said, certainly.

Rosalie turned to her while undoing the buttons of her shirt.

"I mean, I know that he's not interested, don't worry, but that doesn't stop me from looking at a handsome boy, right?" she said. "Besides, we like spending time with you Luna. You're not so bad. I'm sure that we'll have fun tonight."

Luna looked away, trying her best not to blush, but smiled gratefully, nonetheless.

It took less than an hour for the girls to be ready; dressed in muggle dresses, makeup well done (it took Luna just a moment to do the make-up she usually did to meet up with Sirius; shiny, nude lips and very shiny, bright coloured eyeshadow), the girls were ready for whatever was to come in the party.

The walk to the Gryffindor Tower was quicker than Luna expected. Back in the time she would meet Sirius in the small cupboard near the Gryffindor quarters, it took a lot longer – or perhaps it was because she had been ever so along throughout all that time, and now (even without Pandora), she had company of people that seemed to like her, offering her tastes of their small bottle of alcohol, which she accepted, and the group giggled the whole way there without a care in the world, not even caring if they were caught by uptight Prefects or wandering professors.

Rosalie was humming a song that Luna didn't recognise, Amanda quickly followed, giggling as it there was an internal joke between the two girls. There probably was.

As they stopped in front of the Fat Lady, Luna smiled.

"Hey, 'sup," Marta said, jokingly.

"Kids nowadays, with such crude language," lamented the Fat Lady. "The correct term is 'how do you do'."

"Angel," Rosalie said.

The Fat Lady turned slightly to the side to look at her.

"Aren't you –"

"Angel is the password. Angel," Rosalie repeated, looking the portrait's eyes.

The Fat Lady gave a loud, offended huff, but the portrait did turn through the woman's complaints and grumbles, revealing the passageway that they needed to climb through.

Marta jumped in, going through the hole faster than anybody else. Amanda went through soon after and Rosalie stepped to the side, offering the place for Luna to go first – Luna took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally as she climbed in, thanking her friend with a small voice.

The Gryffindor Common Room was loud and – for a second – Luna was quite glad that Pandora wasn't there. The loud rock and roll music made people scream to be able to talk to one another; the party was filled with alcohol and people stumbled to the sides, already drunk enough to slur their words and giggle into kisses they might not remember the day after.

Someone danced on top of the table beside Sirius. She was of a very light blonde (done by good hairdressers by its beautiful whiteish tone) and of curvy body, she laughed loudly and knew how to move her body just right.

"Holy shit! McKinnon's already drunk!" Marta laughed.

Marlene McKinnon was hardly someone that Luna didn't know. Anybody that was even a little interested in women knew who she was; beautiful as an angel, but as devious as Satan, but with a smile that could make anybody beg for forgiveness for her own mistakes. It was no surprise that she was the life of the party and the main protector of most girls in the Gryffindor House (though she had already defended several other Houses from ill-intentioned boys and drunk people).

"I don't think she needs to be drunk to be dancing on top of tables, Marta," Rosalie said, dismissing her friend's exclamation.

"She's beautiful," Luna whispered.

Thankfully, nobody had heard her.

Someone pulled Luna's arm.

Marta, automatically, reached for her housemate, ready to throw a good punch and call for Marlene ('the saviour') as loud as she could, but hesitated to Remus Lupin standing at his full height and wide eyes.

"What are you doing here, Luna?" Remus asked.

Rosalie threw her hair over her shoulder.

"We were invited," Rosalie answered in her stead.

Remus glanced at Rosalie so quickly that it looked like a blink before he looked back at his sister.

"Who invited you?" Remus asked.

"Peter Pettigrew," Luna said, staring at her brother's eyes. "I accepted it since my own brother doesn't invite me to anything."

"There's a reason that –" started Remus.

Marta took Luna's arm and pulled her gently.

"Look, butterbeers!" Marta exclaimed.

Amanda walked through Remus' grip, making the boy let go of Luna.

The girls quickly came to her sides and behind her to make sure Remus wouldn't follow, but he did anyway, walking right behind them. Once Marta stopped in front of the table with drinks, Luna took firewhiskey, not butterbeer and sipped it right away, scared that Remus would try taking it from her.

"Luna, what does your boyfriend think of you coming here on your own?" Remus asked, poison on his tongue.

"He knows that he wasn't invited, and I have etiquette enough to know that invited people cannot invite anyone," she answered, grimacing at the alcohol's taste. Marta's gin was a lot tastier. "I just came for a bit."

"You should go."

"I don't want to. Why do you want me out?" Luna asked.

Remus' eyes ran across the crowd, clearly uncomfortable and scared, because he shifted in place.

"This is not the sort of party that you're used to," he said.

Marta laughed.

"What sort of party do you think Ravenclaw has? Besides, Luna has not scolded anyone over fourteen for underage drinking since her third-year," she said. "She's fine here if she wants to stay here."

"I –"

James Potter suddenly appeared behind Remus, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing, opening way to standing beside him without having to lean against the wall. He smiled at Luna and the girls, greeting them with a loud voice over the music, but turning to Remus and screaming something at his ear, covering his mouth from their eyes with his hand. Whatever it was that he said caused Remus to blush and look around again, but he soon looked at Luna again.

"I don't want you here," Remus said, firmly.

"I don't care what you want, it's not your birthday," she answered, bitterly.

Marta held Luna in place.

"Don't worry, she'll be fine right here with us," Marta said, just as firmly as Remus had done.

James pushed Remus gently to the side, nodding at the boy. Remus glared at Luna before walking away, but left her alone. Peter smiled at the girls before waving Remus over to a small group of people where another boy (whom Luna couldn't name) smiled and waved in excitement to Remus.

The girls soon screamed as another song started and danced, leaving Luna to the side, even though they looked at her from time to time, inviting her to dance. Marta insisted that they leave her alone – she had already noticed that Luna had lost all excitement and was there for another reason, one that she didn't want to share at all.

Stumbling towards a windowsill for a seat, Luna didn't notice James followed her.

"You should slow down on the firewhiskey. You stink to a distillery," he teased.

She glared at him.

"You're not my father, Potter," she said. She smirked before adding. "Don't make me slap you again."

Potter leaned his back against the wall, a dark cup in his hand. He turned just his head to look at her.

"The first time, I didn't defend myself because I didn't want to, Luna. If you hit me again, I'll defend myself," he warned. He took a deep breath and offered her his cup. "Do you want some?"

She took it, sniffing it.

"What's in it?" she asked.

He grinned.

"Water," he said. "You need it."

She grimaced at the liquid in the cup.

"Who drinks water at a party?" she complained, but sipped at it nonetheless.

"I don't drink," he explained.

"There are several better things to drink, anyways. Have you ever heard of Coca-Cola?" she said. "Even if you couldn't find some, I can assure you pumpkin juice tastes better than water, and I hate pumpkin."

"Clearly not more than you hate water," he answered, still smiling. "Are you drunk?" he asked.

"No," she said, giving him back his cup. He took it silently, almost as if he knew she was going to continue talking; probably he knew because of her bitter smile. "I wish I was, though. It would be easier to bear this noise and this... atmosphere if I was drunk."

James watched her carefully for a second before nodding to himself.

"Why did you come? Because you knew Remus wouldn't like it?" he asked.

She looked at him.

"Why Remus doesn't like me here is a question that I have been asking since I was ten. No, I came here to give Sirius his birthday present," she answered. James tensed up. "I'm not here for a scandal, don't worry. I don't care. I just had already brought him a present when everything went down and I have no use for it at all, and Regulus wouldn't like it, though I thought of giving it to him. So... if you would be a sweet and get him for me?"

James swallowed.

"Why don't you just give it to me and I make sure it finds its way into his hands?" James asked, politely.

"Because I have only one question for him," she said.

James pushed himself away from the wall with his elbows.

"Perhaps I can answer it," he offered.

"I'm sure that you cannot, Potter," Luna said. "So, you either get him for me so I can leave this place, or I'll get him myself."

Automatically, James' eyes flew to Remus who was talking alone with the boy that Luna didn't know the name to; the rest of his group had walked away, nearer to the fireplace that cracked with burning fire and the suffocating body heat. He hesitated, but nodded and whispered a request for her placement not to change – he went to get Sirius.

Luna crossed her legs, drinking the rest of her firewhiskey for courage that a Ravenclaw searched in knowledge. And that was why she was there for.

Sirius appeared with James right behind him, looking nervous and suddenly pale, sweaty from dancing and his shirt unbuttoned completely. He did not bother to hide himself from her.

"Hi," he said, hesitantly.

She put her hand in her dress' pocket and took the small pocket clock from it, reaching out her hand for him to take it from her. She did not answer his greeting.

Sirius stepped forward, reaching out with his own hand a lot more delicately than Luna had done to take it, but before he could, she closed her fingers around the clock.

"I have a question," she said.

Sirius' eyes went back to hers.

"Yes?"

"Did you think of my brother while fucked me?" she asked.

The boy grew even paler, eyes widening so much that they seemed like they would pop out of its sockets. James' reaction at his back was hardly any better, with his bronze skin suddenly looking as white as Luna's.

Luna didn't need an answer. A Ravenclaw saw knowledge in silence.

She stood up, took Sirius' frozen hand in the air, opened it to put the clock in its palm, forcing his fingers to curl around him.

"Happy birthday, arsehole," she said over the music.

And without a farewell, she walked out, a bitter smile decorating her painted lips.

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