Even watching that spectacle, I was still trying to gather my bearings and deal with the pounding headache. After shaking my head a few times, I saw a hand held out for me to grab. Looking up, I saw Luna stand above me. Wet, bruised, and bloodied. She had quite the gash along her arm, and it looked like she had a few muggle, and blood covered, knives on her, but she was alive. In fact, she saved me. "Luna?" 