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Prompt 373 from hpfanfictionprompts: Luna Lovegood agrees to an interview after the Second Wizarding War.

She arrives five minutes late, dressed in a garishly lurid robe that is so short it’s more of a coat, and greets the reporter by name.

“U-um, good afternoon, Miss Lovegood. Thank you so much for agreeing to this.”

“It was my pleasure.” She smiles and sneaks a glance at the stiff blue quill poised over the cream-colored parchment, but she holds herself otherwise as a woman of unflappable mien. “Fire away.”

“You are the current owner to the Quibbler tabloid company, correct?”

She nods, tapping her nails against her knee. The reporter notes that they’re each filed to a point and painted a different color. “That is correct, yes.”

“The Dark Lord has been defeated for good, and you came out victorious and alive, a well-known friend and associate to Harry Potter. How do you feel now that everything has finally been finished?”

“Hmm. Interesting, I would have thought you’d ask simpler questions like my favorite color to start with,” she says lightly, tilting her head back as she laughs. “It doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have wanted to answer those anyway. Now that the Dark Lord has finally died, we can begin rebuilding our society. We have much to do to ensure this never happens again.”

“A very optimistic answer, unlike the one Mr Potter had given us yesterday. Next question then, how was life for you when you were trapped in Malfoy Manor?”

“The cellar was cold and damp and I never got enough to eat, not to mention that I was threatened more times than I could count,” she replies bluntly, “but it was better than I had expected, and certainly better than the conditions others - especially Muggle-born people - had to go through. Draco Malfoy once transfigured an empty inkwell into a blanket for me.”

“Did he now? He wouldn’t have struck me as that sort of person.”

“In war, people change a lot. Sometimes it doesn’t even take a war,” she says sagely, crossing one leg over the other. Her shoes, the reporter notes idly, are spiky bejeweled little things that would be lethal on a man’s groin. “Despite the fact that he bullied my friends when we were younger, he wasn’t a completely evil person.”

“Right.” The reporter didn’t particularly want to talk about Draco Malfoy. “Um, let’s move on then, Miss Lovegood. What was your greatest regret during the war?”

“That I didn’t try to escape that cellar,” she says immediately, tears welling in her wide blue eyes. “I was complacent with being held prisoner, never trying to contact or help anyone else.” She looks so ashamed of herself that the reporter hands her a piece of tissue, which she takes and places on her knee. “It wasn’t until the walls were literally broken down for me did I remember there was a war outside.”

“Thank you so much, Miss Lovegood.” The reporter says sincerely, packing away their notepad and quill. “I will send my article to you when I finish writing it.”

“Do take your time,” she smiles as she runs a hand through her messy blonde hair, “I wouldn’t want anything less than the best.”

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Funny story. Remember how I made you something, and I thought I lost it because it wasn’t in my pocket? Turns out, it was in my other pocket! By the time I found it, you were gone. I was just gonna leave it for you, but I was worried it would get eaten by that magic squirrel. So, I decided to wait for you to come back.

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