Luna entered the quiet classroom with the basket of goodies the house elves had given her. She looked around, unsure what this room had been used for. It had a broom cupboard in the corner and a small armchair in the opposite corner. A few dusty desks liittered the center and a few random books had been abandoned, but otherwise, it was empty. She went to the corner next to the broom cupboard, and sat down, leaning against the ancient cabinent. She sat with the basket in her lap and opened it up. A small flask of pumpkin juice, a small loaf of bread, shepard's pie, a meat pie, some sort of pudding, and a bit of ham. She ate the meat pie and began to drink the pumpkin juice. As she did, the whole entirety of the day swept over her, and she realized why the juice was tasting so salty. Tears rolled down her face. She set the flask down and rubbed her eyes with a knuckle. "No," she said softly. "It's just Obsidian's nargles that followed me." She pulled a Gudyroot out of her bag and waved it around. Nodding curtly, she swallowed and the tears were gone. She curled closer to the cabinent and said, "This is my place, now." She looked around. Somehow, this room was perfect for her. Abandoned, forgotten, and unloved. It was all the things that she felt sometimes. She sighed. "Yes. My place," and continued to eat in silence.