Lilac
There are a few events I did not imagine playing out in my life, but life is full of surprises, and I take them in stride like I do the Highlands weather.
I was surprised, for example, when one of my only friends began flirting with me. I was surprised to discover that I liked girls as much as I liked boys. I was surprised that you could like a girl like me, Ginny. And most surprising of all, you liked me enough to oust your roommates for the night, and then another night, and then another. To the rest of the world, besides your poor roommates and the girls they had to camp out with, you and I were just friends.
I was still the weird girl. You were still popular. Popular with teachers, popular with the friends I know will never be mutual, and popular with boys. I am popular with little creatures no one else seems to see.
I’m not a jealous person. Jealousy is unhealthy; it builds in your chest and makes your magic as sticky as glue. Instead of jealousy, I make a simple observation. You must be browsing Ravenclaws, and that is okay. (I think I was browsing redheads in my mind’s eye). But Ginny, Michael Corner is utterly boring, and for all of my faults, I know that boring is not one of them!
You fold your hands away from your quill as we do homework.
“Luna, this is hard to say, but I think we should stay friends. I really don’t want to damage what we have, and I’m so sorry for not communicating sooner.”
You’re very polite and earnest, but I suppose you are leaving out the obvious. Somewhere along the line, I’ve seen one too many Wrackspurts for your comfort.