THE FLOO Powder worked amazingly. Before Jade knew it, she was standing in the home of Luna Lovegood, albeit in the fireplace. It was a smaller fireplace, made entirely of stone. Her mother stepped out first, dusting herself off, then Jade followed, smoothing her dress.

Luna sat on a wooden chair, taking a sip of tea. She seemed unfazed by their entrance, continuing to take long sips from the mug.

"What kind of tea is that?" Jade's mother asked, walking towards her.

"Green." Luna replied, setting the mug down on the table in front of her.

She was in a white sweater and jeans, something slightly out of the norm for her usual looks.

In Jade's eyes, she looked absolutely stunning.

There was a small red rose embroidered on the right side of the sweater, probably done by Luna herself. Jade looked at it, noticing the intricacies weaved in and out of the fabric.

"Are you hungry? Let's get back to the house, I know I'm starving." Her mother drawled.

Jade still hadn't said a word, instead, she was watching Luna's every move. She nodded her head slightly in response, then turned her body sideways to let her mother into the fireplace. After she disappeared, Jade held her arm out, indicating for Luna to go next.

"I want you to go, since I can give you my address."

"I'll remember, you can go ahead."

Jade shook her head, smiling at her.

"No, you go."

Luna sighed and stepped into the fireplace with a handful of Floo Powder. She shouted out Jade's address, her voice echoing around the room, and threw the powder down in front of her. She disappeared, and Jade hoped she had made it okay.

Jade took one final look around the Lovegood household. It was very old looking, and made of stone. However, it felt like home. There were pictures of creatures plastered all over the walls, and a worn out purple quilt was laying in one of the chairs. Luna's mug, which had been filled with green tea, sat precariously on the edge of their wooden brown table, and she pushed it forward before she jumped into the fireplace.

Within seconds of throwing the Floo Powder down, she was going through the flames and seeing all sorts of brightly lit, green colored fires. She barreled towards her own fire, where she could see a hint of platinum blonde hair and dark brown waves. She spun around, and found herself standing in her tall fireplace in the main room, covered in a small amount of soot. Jade brushed it off, like her mother had earlier, and stepped inside, pulling her black flats off so the soot didn't track through the house.

Luna stood next to the fireplace, waiting patiently for Jade to appear from the fire. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her sweater looked like it hadn't been touched by the soot.

"I can't wait for dinner." She said, holding out her hand, waiting for Jade to take it.

She grabbed her hand, which was incredibly cold, and walked with her to the kitchen. Jade's father sat at the table, scribbling on a piece of paper, more than likely a crossword puzzle. At the sound of the door opening, he glanced up and smiled, his bright teeth showing.

"Well, hello there!" He stood, extending his arm. "I'm Jade's father, and, no, I am not magical."

Luna removed her hand from Jade's, much to Jade's dismay, and shook her father's hand. He shook it firmly, Luna's arm shaking like jello.

"Sit down, sit down, we'll get your plates ready for you."

"Oh, it's okay, I can do mine my own." Luna held her hands up defensively, a shy smile crossing her face.

Jade leaned over, close to her ear, and whispered, "Just let them do this."

Her hands slowly fell and they made their way to the wooden seats at the table. They sat next to each other, with Jade's parents having seats on the other side. Normally, it wasn't set up like this, but Jade's mother wanted the two of them to sit together. Jade's hand found Luna's in her lap and grabbed on to it, interlocking their fingers. Her thumb ran over Luna's hand slowly, barely touching it. She felt soft, almost like a new, fluffy pillow, and she remained almost as cold as she was earlier.

Two plates floated down in front of them, landing on the tablecloth. Both of them had two pieces of the roast, as well as a side of potatoes. Two more plates floated down, landing on the other side of the table, where Jade's parents were going to sit.

Her dad sat first, getting a fork full of roast and potatoes and shoveling it into his mouth. Luna let out a quiet laugh, hiding her face in her hand.

"The way your father is acting... it reminds me of Ron."

Jade began to laugh, although it was a bit louder than Luna's. Her mother raised an eyebrow, then glanced at her husband, who was still piling food into his mouth. She sat her fork down, raised her right hand, and slapped him on the arm.

"Slow down!" She huffed, picking the fork back up and slowly putting mashed potatoes on it.

Jade's father chewed the food in his mouth, then turned his head to his wife.

"I can do whatever I want." He retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Until you choke."

He shook his head and ate slower, although he kept eating huge bites of potato and roast.

"So, Luna, tell us about yourself." Her mother leaned a bit closer, still eating her food slower than her husband.

"Oh, well, my father is Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor of the Quibbler. I pick up an issue each time a new one comes out. It's very interesting reading, honestly, and I'm not just saying that because my father runs it. We spent our summer looking for creatures, especially Wrackspurts."

"Didn't you mention Wrackspurts to us over the summer, Jade?" Her mother asked, placing the silver fork down on the now empty plate.

"I did, I tried to convince you of their existence."

"Wrackspurts are interesting creatures. They're invisible, and they have a tendency to mess with your brain. They make you unfocused and disoriented, it's like your brain is suddenly fuzzy."

Jade saw her mother's face, and she could tell it was not a positive reaction. She coughed, like she was holding back a laugh, and smiled at Luna, indicating that she wanted her to continue.

"I've only encountered them a few times in my life, they're not common creatures, especially near my home. You have to protect your ears if you sense them near you, that's how they get into your brain and make it fuzzy." Luna nodded, giving a small smile to Jade's mother.

"Well, that's, uh, incredibly interesting, Luna." Her mother said, her lips forming a fine line on her face.

Jade's hand shot down to Luna's gripping it tightly. She pulled her out of the seat and took her into the next room, shutting the white door behind them.

"Let's go to my room." She let go of her hand, leading her up the staircase.

Jade's room wasn't impressive, now that she had her girlfriend in there. In her eyes, her girlfriend's presence made the room seem brighter, but it also made the room seem lesser, like it wasn't good enough.

"It isn't fantastic, but it's my room." Jade threw herself on to the bed, patting the spot next to her.

"Don't say that, it's beautiful." Luna did not sit. Instead, she inspected the room.

Jade followed her, her eyes going to the same areas Luna's did. She looked at the lights hung on the wall, the white desk in the corner of the room, which was covered in parchment and bottles of ink, the window, which was covered by light purple curtains. Finally, her eyes landed on the spot above Jade's bed, which housed the pictures Luna had sent her over summer holiday, the various letters she had sent her, and pictures of her and her friends.

Jade did not own a wizard camera, but her mother did. She rarely let Jade use it, besides special events. Therefore, the only moving photos on her wall were of Luna, except for one of Mandy, Jade, and Terry from a few summers previous. All three of them were in swimwear, laughing and smiling at each other. Jade was in a bright blue suit, standing in the middle with her curls flattened and wet, stuck to the side of her face. Mandy had less freckles at the time, and was wearing a pink suit, standing to Jade's left. Terry had a red shirt and black trunks on, his face was the brightest. His eyes looked alive, they glimmered with something Jade hadn't seen in so long.

"How old were you in that picture?" Luna finally climbed on to the bed, but instead of sitting, she made her way to the wall of pictures and pulled that one down.

"Thirteen. We were young then." Jade laughed, turning to look at the picture with Luna.

"Terry looks happy."

"He was. We were sweating so much that day, it was the hottest day that summer. If the whole group has free time, we always spend the night at Mandy's house for a week straight and swim, mess around on brooms, and have fires in her backyard."

"It sounds amazing."

"It is, it really is. We only had a couple days together this summer, because Mandy went on vacation to Italy."

Jade couldn't tear her eyes away from the picture, not even when the tears began to build. Terry was different last summer, he was a shell, and it upset her. She saw Luna's head move to look at her, but she ignored the stare. She didn't budge when Luna moved closer, putting her arms around her in a hug. Jade just let the tears fall, staining both of their clothes.

"I miss how Terry was then, he was normal."

Luna said nothing, just pulled Jade closer to her. Her head rested on Luna's shoulder, and her arms slowly moved and wrapped around Luna's back. They sat there hugging for what felt like hours, but really only lasted about five minutes, until Jade had enough strength to sit up and wipe her eyes.

She sniffled one final time and looked at Luna, whose gray eyes also had tears running from them. The picture went back up on the wall, in the middle of the pictures of Luna and other various pictures Jade had taken. She avoided looking at the few from last summer holiday, where Terry looked worse than he did now. He had only stayed for two hours during those two days, riding his bike to and from Mandy's house.

He said it was too much.

The four of them had fought. Mandy told Terry to get over himself, and Terry told Mandy that she didn't understand his grief. Jade and Anthony tried to stop it, but they began to argue even louder, until Mandy reached backwards and grabbed her wand off her counter. She threatened to use it, saying she didn't care if she was expelled, and Terry left. Jade spent the rest of the night crying in her room, hiding under blankets until Anthony came in and they talked until four in the morning.

Jade was shocked on the first day back to see the playfulness in his eyes, but she was glad that Terry seemed happier. Mandy and Terry made up not long after, and Jade knew they met in person to discuss everything.

She sighed, resting her head on Luna's shoulder.

"Distract me, please."

"You can talk if you need to, I can listen to you. You listened to me talk about losing my mother."

"I'm okay, just distract me."

Luna took a shaky breath, then put her arm around Jade's shoulders, squeezing her tightly.

"I love you, Jade Evers."