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Luna was not given much to melancholia, but today proved that all humors inhabit every body.
She’d gotten a beautiful sky chart from little Hecate with a lovely letter wishing her mother a happy birthday and telling her that Hogwarts was the bomb, which sounded alarming.
Notes from Pansy and Daphne. Cards from Anthony and from Cho. Flowers from the Weasleys.
And an evening alone in her quiet flat.
Melancholia.
She opened the door to find Ginny and Harry standing in her parlor wearing nothing but brightly colored ribbons around their loins. “Happy birthday, Luna!” they cried.
And Luna smiled.