Luna had been in the Arboretum quite often outside of classes since the nightmares were almost eating her alive emotionally. The manor had invaded and given how recent it all was (at least it felt that way) the effects on the young witch were at its worst and most painful (which made her recovery even slower). But in an attempt at pretending everything was fine she had her sketchbook and was working on a project,"Wonder how an herb garden would work in a place like this?" she muses aloud.

But she knew if the Death Eaters were to find her she could fight back even with a bad wrist.

Her eyes however spoke another and much darker tale.