Bab 136: Of Friends and Foes
Hermione bade her parents farewell at the platform, then boarded the Hogwarts Express. She passed seats of familiar and unknown faces, swearing a few times she caught a glimpse of crimson hair. If Rose was on the express, she was careful enough not to let anyone notice. Hermione knew better than anyone that Rose was smarter than she let on. If she was against them, she'd be too clever to let them work it out until she was ready to strike. She'd—
"Salutations, Brain."
Hermione's heart stopped when she reached the last cabin.
Rose grinned up at her from the floor.
"Hermione?"
Hermione's head darted to her right, and she saw Neville. She turned back to the cabin and found it empty. She looked back at Neville and realized she was panting.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She looked at the cabin, then walked inside.
"Yeah, I'm…" She swallowed then slid into the seat. "I'm fine. I… It's nothing."
Neville sat down beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"If you're hallucinating again…"
"I'm not hallucinating!" she snapped, shrugging his hand away. "That was just my mind adjusting to its heightened state. My mind's still locked down after last year, and I'm leaving it that way."
Neville scrunched his nose and frowned at her.
"How does that work?"
"I simply don't force myself to overdo it. I can't think as fast, but I don't hallucinate or lose control."
Neville shrugged.
"It's probably better that way."
Hermione glared at him.
"What? What's that mean?"
"After what happened with Luna, it's better that you keep control."
Flashes of that day in the CI forced her into submission.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence until Ginny and Harry showed up and sat across from them.
"How was your summer?" Harry asked them.
"Dull," Neville replied.
"Uneventful," Hermione replied. "Yours?"
"Same," Harry said.
"Boring," Ginny said. "It was awful. We weren't allowed to leave without an adult. As if we can't take care of ourselves."
Another memory weaseled its way into Hermione's head. One of fire, of Ginny standing over a helpless man, burning him alive. She shuddered at the memory.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," she said. "It's nothing."
"I've been meaning to ask," Harry said. "What was that mask Luna was wearing? Where'd it come from?"
"Rose. Her friend Shadow wears the same mask. There was some ancient society that believed in sacrificing everything about one's self, and they wore masks like that. They're long gone, but Shadow carried on the tradition in an attempt to hide her face. She believed in not letting anyone know anything about her that she didn't want them to know."
Harry frowned and looked at Neville.
"That doesn't sound like Luna."
"She wanted to hide her face from the forest creatures," Neville said. "They don't like humans."
"The first thing she'll have thought of is Shadow," Hermione added. Changing the subject, she added, "What classes are you taking?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts, Care for Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, and Charms," Harry replied. "Oh, and Arithmancy, although I don't know how. I only got an A on that." He smiled at Hermione. "I take it I've got you to thank for it?"
Hermione shrugged and smiled.
"I don't know, but it sounds like someone told Professor Vector that it'd be worth keeping you on."
"Thanks," Harry said. "I don't know if you heard, but Remus is coming back to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"That's brilliant!" Hermione exclaimed. "Best news I've heard all day."
"Now I feel a little bad about not taking it," Neville said.
"What are you taking?" Harry asked.
"Potions, Herbology, Care for Magical Creatures, and Divinations," Neville said. "Firenze and Trelawney are co-teaching this year."
"How does that work?" Ginny asked.
The others shrugged and exchanged glances.
"We'll have to find out," Harry said. "Hermione, are you taking every class you can?"
Hermione shook her head. She'd spent much of the summer pouring thought into what classes she wanted to take.
"I've got an independent study with Professor Vector, since I already took my N.E.W.T."
"And probably got the best marks ever!" Ginny squealed.
Hermione blushed. No one official had told her as such, but she'd received congratulatory notices from Professors Vector and Dumbledore, among others.
"I dropped History of Magic because I never learned anything anyway, Divination because it's a complete waste of time— no offence, Neville."
"None taken. To be honest, I never cared for Professor Trelawney either."
"And I only ever held onto Muggle Studies to keep a full set, but there's no point to taking it now. It's just a lot I already know."
They talked about classes the rest of the way to Hogwarts. Hermione was grateful that none of them brought up Rose again. She still didn't want to be answering questions until she absolutely had to.
They met up with Ron when they arrived at Hogwarts, then the five of them climbed into a carriage. Ginny grinned at the carriage when they did.
"And now you know what Thestrals look like," Ron said. "May it haunt the rest of your nightmares like it does for everyone else."
"Aw, is Ronniekins afraid?" Ginny jeered.
Ron grumbled something under his breath.
Hermione and Harry exchanged glances.
<Are you worried about her too?> Hermione asked.
<Yeah. She's been like that most of the summer. Either restless or snarky, particularly towards Ron.>
They entered the Great Hall and sat down for the sorting. Once they sat down, Lavender found her way next to Ron and started talking up until Dumbledore told them all to quiet down. The sorting went by quickly, despite the larger class size. Once everyone was sorted, Professor Dumbledore quieted them down again.
"Before we begin, I'd like you to help me welcome back Professor Lupin!"
A roar of applause erupted, mostly from the older students. Hermione had never realized how much better Lupin had been than any other professor. Especially their most recent one.
Hermione picked at her food, the thought of imminent disaster taking away her appetite. She glanced up and saw Neville doing the same.
<Not hungry?> she asked.
He looked up from his food and shook his head.
<Planning,> he replied. <We'll work out a plan after the feast once we know what security looks like, then try the forest tonight. That work for you?>
Hermione nodded, and they both returned to pretending to eat.
After the opening feast, Hermione and her friends were rounded up by Professor McGonagall and led up to Professor Dumbledore's office. As far as she knew, Hermione was the only one who knew why.
Sally-Anne didn't make eye contact with any of them. They hadn't removed the rune, although in Hermione's mind, that was more to help them keep tabs on her. She'd betrayed them to Umbridge, lied to them to their faces, and even though she'd been instrumental in taking down Umbridge, it didn't excuse her betrayal. Not to Hermione.
Harry stood up straight, looked attentive, yet miles away at the same time. Hermione hadn't talked to him much, but she knew he was closer than anyone to Alavel. It couldn't have been easy for him to be back.
Ginny was jumpy. Her wand remained at the ready, as if she were expecting something to happen. She couldn't have known what lurked behind the walls, or that the real threat wouldn't be phased by fire.
No, she's not a threat. We can't prove she's against us.
Hermione knew that was the reason Dumbledore was calling them to his office. If Rose were against them, if she chose to make a move, it'd be against one of them. Her old friends, the people that knew what she could do. She valued secrecy, saw it as some sort of safety. After all, until she'd gone after Aurora Lux, no one had known where the Exalted had gotten their equipment. Once she'd made her presence known, word of an extraordinary Artificer had traveled from Lux, to Sk'lar's parents, to Valignatiejir.
When they arrived at Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall left them at the entrance.
"Aren't you coming in?" Sally-Anne asked.
"I haven't been invited, Ms. Perks," McGonagall said sharply.
Hermione didn't know at whom McGonagall was directing her bitterness, but judging by Sally-Anne's reaction, the girl was assuming herself.
Ginny led the way up, by virtue of being the first person to walk in. They found Professor Dumbledore waiting for them in his office. Hermione didn't know how he'd beaten them there, although he'd probably started up before them.
"Thank you all for meeting on such short notice," he said, motioning to a few chairs laid out in his office. "Please, have a seat."
They all took seats, Sally-Anne on the end, then Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville. Despite having been under different management for a few months, the office didn't look any different than it always had.
"Would anyone care for a lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked.
Ginny was the only taker, delightedly taking the sweet.
"Have any of you made contact with Ms. Lovegood?"
Despite the phrase "any of you", he directed the question at Neville and Hermione.
"I…" Neville started.
"Mr. Longbottom, I'm well aware that Ms. Peta-Lorrum used the Forbidden Forest to prepare you for the Triwizard Tournament. From here on out, I'm granting you standing permission to spend whatever time you like inside the forest. The usual dangers for other students hardly apply to any of you, but you in particular, Mr. Longbottom, can survive quite easily. As apparently, can Ms. Lovegood."
"Why does he get to go in whenever he wants?" Ginny exclaimed.
Dumbledore stared at Ginny for a time. Hermione didn't know what he was doing. He didn't say anything, didn't offer anything to justify his decision, just gave her a cold stare.
"Mr. Longbottom," he said, returning to Neville, "have you had any success tracking down Ms. Lovegood?"
"No. I tried before we left, but she moved. I can't find her now."
"Pity. This message is just as much for her as it is for all of you."
Dumbledore closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
Hermione didn't blame him. She knew what he was going to say, and it wasn't something she wanted to tell them either. She was in his position, but she hadn't told them anything.
Dumbledore spoke when he opened his eyes.
"Rose is alive."
"What?" Neville asked, turning from Dumbledore to Hermione.
Ron scowled, Sally-Anne's mouth opened a few times to say something, and Ginny and Harry both glared at Dumbledore. That was good; everyone else was surprised, which meant Rose hadn't decided to harass anyone.
"I saw her die!" Harry exclaimed. "Are you…" He took a breath, then continued, albeit far more calmly. "Are you saying what I saw wasn't real?"
"You saw what she wanted you to see," Dumbledore said. "She wanted us all to believe that she'd died, myself and Ms. Granger included."
Neville's eyes darted between Dumbledore and Hermione, finally coming to rest on her.
"Did you know about this?"
It was one of a handful of times Hermione had seen Neville angry. He clenched his fists, but kept himself loose, as if expecting a fight.
"It's not important who knew what," Dumbledore said. "What's important is that we know she's alive, but we don't know why she faked her death, nor what her plan is now. If any of you see her, report it to me immediately. The other members of staff do not know this, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Professor," Sally-Anne said in a small voice.
"Yes, Ms. Perks?"
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair when Neville turned on her.
"Given what Rose can do… that we don't know what she's doing now, wouldn't it be better to get everyone out to keep them safe? I mean, if she's coming here—"
"We don't know that she's coming here, Ms. Perks. Quite honestly, I don't know what she's doing now. Right now, my only intention is to keep you all informed. I'd rather you hear it from me than from her. For now, stay on alert."
Hermione noted his refusal to use the words "she's against us". She knew he didn't believe it either.
"One last thing." Dumbledore turned to Neville and Hermione. "Ms. Granger, Mr. Longbottom, both of you keep your minds shielded, correct?"
Hermione nodded. Neville too, although he was still grumpy. Hermione had never seen him like this, and it was starting to worry her.
Dumbledore turned his attention back to the group at large.
"I'm requiring the rest of you to work on that. Every Wednesday at two o'clock, Ms. Perks, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Weasley, you will all meet with Professor Snape for such lessons." He turned to Neville. "Mr. Longbottom, I'd appreciate it if you attended as well, to keep your mind sharp."
"What about her?" Ginny asked, nodding towards Hermione.
"Ms. Granger and Mr. Potter will be receiving separate lessons. Ms. Granger, you will be meeting with me every Sunday at three o'clock, here in my office. Mr. Potter, you will be meeting with Professor Snape in his office at the same time. He will be continuing your supplementary lessons in defence."
"Why does it have to be Professor Snape?" Ginny asked. "I don't want him rooting through my memories!"
"I'm growing weary of your attitude, Ms. Weasley. You've got two options: the first is Professor Snape. The second is Ms. Perks. I hate to ask it of her, but she's the only other person in Hogwarts capable of invading your mind. Professor Snape is a professional with years of practice, and far outclasses even Professor Lupin in this regard, so I would prefer he do it."
If Sally-Anne was shocked by him revealing her pendant, she didn't show it. It didn't much matter; they all knew about it by now.
Hermione turned her attention to Ginny, who still looked defiant.
"Fine."
"Very good. That will be all. Ms. Granger, I will see you Sunday. The rest of you, enjoy your year. I promise the Ministry's presence will be felt far less than last year."
They filed out of his office, Ginny once again in the lead. Afraid they'd ask her too many questions, Hermione immediately split off from the group. She didn't want to talk about Rose, or think about what needed to be done.
"She's my friend," she whispered. "She wouldn't do anything to hurt me."
I didn't want you to hate me.
Not for the first time in the past few months, Hermione remembered what Rose had told her near the end of their fourth year. About a Hermione that hated Rose for something she'd done. Hermione didn't want to hate Rose. At the same time, she felt like she wasn't being given a choice.
She stopped walking, closed her eyes, and focused on her happy memories. Memories of Rose filled her head. That obnoxious grin that was always too cheerful. The grin that hid so much pain just beneath the surface.
I might never go home, she'd said. I might've already lost my family. I can't lose you.
Hermione shook her head and focused on memories of the two of them in Hogsmeade. Only them, no one else. She laughed at the memory of Rose holding her hand and insisting they were on a date.
If we keep holding hands, people might talk, Hermione had said.
So? Rose had replied.
"Who cares?" Hermione whispered. "Let them talk. You're my friend. No matter what happens, you're my friend."
Hermione stayed there until curfew, allowing herself to be lost inside her memories with Rose.
Ron walked to Gryffindor Tower in silence with his friends. He had questions for Hermione, but even he could tell she wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.
<Sally-Anne?>
Sally-Anne drew a sharp breath, then calmed herself.
<Sorry, still not quite used to that.>
<It's alright. How was your summer?>
<Fine.>
Ron waited a moment for her to collect herself.
<How was yours?> she asked.
<Paranoid. Mum and Dad laid out the rules for identifying people early on. They said it was for our protection. Bill agreed with them, and gave even more rules about it.>
People were milling about in the common room when they arrived. Most of them quieted down when they climbed through the portal.
"That's not creepy at all," Ron said. "Well done, everyone. Madman on the loose, and you've all got to go silent when we arrive. Not creepy or suspicious." He turned to Sally-Anne. "We can let Dumbledore know it's business as usual here."
Sally-Anne managed a small smile, but it didn't last more than a second. She kept her head down and made her way to the girls' rooms. Before she vanished up the stairs, she turned back for just a second.
Ron didn't know what was going through her mind, but she was still his friend. He wasn't going to turn his back on her just because she'd made a mistake. He'd made loads of mistakes before, but his friends hadn't abandoned him for it.
Once Sally-Anne disappeared upstairs, the talking resumed. There were more hushed whispers mixed in with mindless chatter.
"What's their problem?" Ron asked Harry.
"Like you don't know," Harry replied before disappearing up to their room.
Ron frowned at the empty staircase. If Harry didn't want to be friends with Sally-Anne, that was fine by him.
Lavender appeared from the crowd and found her way to Ron's side. She had a bright smile on her face.
"Hello, Ron."
Ginny rolled her eyes and pushed her way through the crowd.
"Hey, Lavender. How was the rest of your summer?"
"Oh, it was alright. Daddy's overreacting to You-Know-Who, but I told them that Professor Trelawney said I would be alright. And Professor Trelawney's always been right, so there's nothing to worry about."
She and Ron moved aside so more people could get through the portal.
"What's with you and Perks? You're not still friends are you?"
Ron opened his mouth to answer, but Lavender answered for him.
"You can't be. Not after the way she treated us last year."
"It wasn't her fault," Ron said. "She—"
"Of course it was! She didn't have to sell us all out to Umbridge."
"Like I was saying, she got that woman to come in, Madame Ins. If it hadn't been for Sally-Anne, Umbridge would probably still be here."
Lavender pouted at him for a moment, then switched topics.
"Can you believe they're letting a centaur teach again? Especially over Professor Trelawney! I'd rather have her teaching than Firenze!"
Ron started to protest again, but decided he didn't know enough about it to comment. Besides, he didn't want to keep arguing with Lavender. She was nice enough, and it wasn't as if anyone else was lining up to talk to him.
"I know. It's… it's mad."
"That's what I said!" Lavender exclaimed, her smile returning. "I said 'How can they expect us to learn anything when he's teaching it wrong?', but mum was all 'How do you know?', but I said 'Well, it's not the way Professor Trelawney was teaching it, and she knows what she's doing!'"
Ron nodded neutrally. He'd forgotten just how much Lavender liked to talk.
They stayed up talking until curfew, when Lavender decided she needed beauty sleep.
"Is it that time already?" Ron asked, who'd been eyeing the clock every thirty seconds for the past half hour.
"I know! Time just flies sometimes, doesn't it?" She giggled. "Thanks for talking. You wouldn't believe some people. It's like everyone just hates conversation! Isn't that what people do?"
"I know."
Lavender smiled at him, and he couldn't help but smile back.
"If they're letting us go back to Hogsmeade, would you like to go?" Lavender asked.
Ron hadn't given Hogsmeade much thought. He decided he might as well. Something normal to occupy his time, when he wasn't being forced to have extra classes where Professor Snape tried to read his mind.
"I… I hadn't thought about it, but I suppose I will."
"Great!" Lavender squeaked. "We'll talk about it more tomorrow at breakfast, okay?"
"Erm… sure, I suppose."
"See you then! Good night!"
"Night."
Ron watched Lavender run up to her room. It wasn't until five minutes later did he realize what he'd just said.
"Wait, what just happened?" he asked the empty common room.
"If I had to venture a guess, I'd say you just agreed to a date with Lavender."
Ron's wand was in his hand and aimed before he registered the owner of the voice.
"It's alright," Sally-Anne said. "I'm not the enemy."
Ron lowered his wand and slipped it back up his sleeve.
"I know."
Sally-Anne forced a small smile, but it only lasted a moment.
"You might be the only one."
Ron sank into an armchair in front of the fire.
"How do you do it?" he asked. "Talk to people, I mean."
Sally-Anne walked over and sat down in the chair next to him. She didn't sink into it like he did, but sat up straight with her hands folded in her lap.
After a moment, Ron succumbed to the urge to sit up straighter.
"Practice. And… and Rose helped a lot."
Ron instinctively glanced around the room. If Rose really was alive, then she was sure to go after him for fun.
"Lavender's gloating about having a date with Ron Weasley," Sally-Anne said. "Judging by your confusion, I'm going to guess that's not how you understood it."
"I… so what?"
Sally-Anne sank in her chair, something Ron wasn't sure he'd ever seen her do.
"Never mind," she said. "I'm sorry I mentioned it."
A pain welled up in Ron's chest, and he felt drained. He hadn't meant to upset Sally-Anne.
"I didn't mean… I didn't mean to upset you."
She offered him a sad smile.
"Thank you."
He shrugged.
"Whatever."
"I mean it. What happened today when we walked in, that's not going to stop. People used to see me as their friend, but now I'm just the girl who sold them out to Umbridge. I'm sure they're all filling in the details as to why I did it. They're right, though. After everything I did, I deserve it."
Ron felt even worse seeing Sally-Anne the way she was. She'd always been so confident, so sure of herself. Boys had always followed her around, but he was lucky if anyone showed him attention, much less a girl. Never mind one gloating about having a date with him. It was always about Harry, Charlie, or Neville. No matter what he did, it was always about them, and never about him.
"I think I will go out with Lavender," he said.
Sally-Anne smiled at him again.
"Alright. If you ever want to talk about it… I'm still happy to listen."
Ron nodded, and he meant it. Even if the others thought they couldn't trust her, he knew he could.
"I will."
That night, Neville crept out of the common room when no one was around. He couldn't use the windows anymore, since they were still locked from the outside. He decided he'd have to see about doing something with that, but stayed focused on his task.
He'd decided against getting Hermione's help. They'd been talking most of the summer, but she hadn't bothered to tell him about Rose. Just another friend walking out on him.
"They all do that," Evil Neville whispered.
Neville ignored him and continued through the corridors. It didn't take long to reach the ground floor. From there, he raced towards the Forbidden Forest, going through the vegetable patch to stay hidden. He made the final sprint as fast as he could, feeling painfully exposed the entire time.
The feeling of exposure disappeared when he reached the forest. No matter how much time passed, he always felt an odd sense of belonging in the forest. As if returning to his room after being away at Hogwarts, it held a sense of familiarity. No matter what changed, the forest would always be the same.
He'd already slept that night, which gave him the rest of the night to be out looking for Luna. That was the plan. He could scour the forest while she slept, or near enough to it, giving him a better chance of finding her.
He moved silently through the forest. Every few steps, he moved up to the treetops to scour the area. When he did, he'd mark the area on a smaller version of his map. He looked for any traces of a human. Any strand of her hair, footprint, some sign of Tutela, even rags from her clothing.
He blushed slightly when he remembered how tattered her clothes had been, but quickly shook his head to rid himself of the thought. There was no use thinking about it. All that mattered was that he found her.
Deeper into the forest, he spotted something that didn't belong. At first, he thought it was a branch and dismissed it, but something drew him back to it. It looked out of place, like it didn't belong. As he got closer, he discovered it wasn't a branch: it was a wand.
When he picked it up, only half of it came out. The other half was sticking out of the ground, as if someone had jammed it inside. When he inspected the tree, he saw small chunks of its bark missing.
She tried to climb the tree and fell on her wand.
He looked at the piece of wand in his hand, then placed it next to the other half. Vines had started to grow over it.
No wonder she wasn't bothering with her wand. She must've broken it early on.
He climbed up the tree, much more easily than Luna had, and sat himself on one of the top branches. He found dragonbreath berries at the top of the tree. The bright red-orange berries glittered in the moonlight.
That explains why she tried climbing this tree.
He heard rustling in the bushes below him and carefully poked his head out of the treetop. After not seeing the source of the sound, Neville climbed down and scoured the area, looking again for traces of Luna.
He wasn't sure that it'd been her that had made the noise, but he was still determined to find out. Making as little noise as possible, he stepped through the bushes. Another sound caught his attention, and he moved slowly towards it.
Then he caught sight of pale blonde hair, just for a second, glistening in the moonlight.
"Moon!"
He raced towards her, but she darted away from him. He flung the Sword of Gryffindor into the trees and shot up the rope. Darting through the treetops, he kept his ears open for the sound of rustling bushes.
As he'd expected, he caught two distinct patterns of movement going through the forest. He tried to spot which one was Tutela and which one was Luna, but they'd hidden themselves.
He dropped to the ground and stopped when he realized how close they were to centaur territory. Taking out his compass, he oriented himself towards Hogwarts, and began the trip back. There was no point in following them. They were leading him in random directions. If he picked right and followed Luna, Tutela would circle back and get him off the trail long enough for her to get away. If he picked Tutela, she'd just lead him far away from Luna and towards the centaurs.
I'll have to try again tomorrow.
Toad's scent faded from her nostrils, and Luna slowed her pace through the forest. She longed to return, to hold him, to let his scent consume her. If she did, he'd see how weak she'd become, and she never wanted him to see her like that. She wanted to be strong for him. Lestrange had hurt her, just like she'd hurt his parents. Luna didn't know what Toad was planning, but she could smell his pain.
<He's leaving,> Tutela said.
Luna collapsed where she stood. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't without eyes. Not properly.
Instead, she curled up into a ball and stayed there for a time. Tutela came along and curled up next to her.
<You don't have to run from him,> Tutela said. <He'll accept you for who you are now.>
<How could anyone accept me the way I am?>
She thought back to the golden days with Rose and Toad, and forced herself to smile. Her memories were murky, and they got worse every day. Soon, she'd completely forget what he looked like. Rose had never made her anything like she'd made Brain. Luna wished she had.
<I wish I had a hair clip like Brain's,> Luna said.
<Could you make something yourself?> Tutela asked. <You've got magic.>
<It's not the same. Mum could never get something like that to work.>
<Your father spoke of the Diadem of Ravenclaw. He said it did exactly that. Apparently, someone was able to figure it out.>
Luna mentally rifled through her mum's notes. She'd memorized every detail of them before she'd gone blind. They were still buried with her pack where she'd snapped her wand. Within them were everything her mum had been working on, including some attempts at replicating the Diadem.
<I might be able to. I don't know.>
<You should ask Brain for help.>
<I don't know.>
<You're a lot like she was last year. Do you remember?>
<She wasn't weak like I am.>
<In a way, she was. Couldn't you smell it on her? Her fear?>
It took her a moment to recall, but Luna nodded.
<She's your friend too,> Tutela said. <You've improved in the past few weeks. Talk to her. Please.>
Luna considered it. Brain had always been nice to her, even when she had almost killed her. She had only been trying to help. Perhaps she'd understand how Luna felt.
I'm never going to have another chance with him, but you've still got a chance with Neville. Take it while you still can.
No, Brain would just insist she talk to Toad. He'd see how weak she was, and he had more to worry about than protecting her.
She stood up and walked through the forest.
<I think I'll go check on Aragog. He hasn't been feeling well lately, and I think he enjoys my company.>
Off Luna went, her memories of Toad stowed away in her mental filing cabinet. Memories of a different Luna, one who could see, one hopelessly in love with a boy named Toad. They were no different than any other Luna's memories. She just had to put them away so she didn't get them confused with her own memories.
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