Luna Lovegood

Today would have been my mum's 39th birthday.

Since she died, I've usually not done lessons on this day, but spent it with my dad instead, making him a special tea, with the seedcake he likes best. But while I'm at Hogwarts, that's impossible, of course. But Mrs Weasley said she'd go over this afternoon to bring my dad some seedcake for me, and I sent him a letter to arrive today, that I hope will cheer him, even if I can't be there.

Ways I am like my mother:

I have her hair, and her eyes, dad says.
On the other hand, I also have her fingernails. They tend to break easily. And I bite them, like she did.
I'm a Ravenclaw like her--well, like both my parents, really.
I like lots of the same sorts of books. Angela Whizwart with her Shining Silver Wand series, the Chessy-Casey books, and the Flying Carpet children, although I still don't think any of them are as good as the Tolkien books. Dad said she never read them, and that makes me sad. I think she would have loved them.

I miss her.

I'm starting to forget her a little.