It took a long time to find Luna. The train was packed with students and she and Ginny kept getting waylaid by the others. Those who had defended Hogwarts. Who gripped them into hugs that went on for too long and were far too tight. First years who shyly pushed quills and parchment into their hands, asking for autographs. The one dreadfully misguided Daily Prophet photographer who had stepped out in front of them, intent on getting a picture of the two of them together. Ginny had grinned evilly and practised a variety of hexes that left his camera destroyed and his foot slowly making its way up his colon as he sneezed bats over the entirety of the corridor.