Once, when I was very little, I shattered an antique mirror belonging to my mother. I remember screaming and screaming, afraid I would be dragged away by the Looking Glass People, cursed with seven years bad luck.
But then my mother came in. And instaed of scolding me she just smiled. She picked up a shard of the glass, angling it in the sunlight, and to my astonishment, dancing rainbows shone on the wall.
"Luna, love" she said, "Never forget there is beauty even in the most broken things."
All I got so far. Luna seems a bit to lucid, but she isn't as batty as most people think. If you look over what she says, she can do serious quite well, it's just the manner which weirds people out. Luna strikes me as the kind of person who is always just watching and observing the world (although that might be a quality I'm taking from myself) This is just sort of an introduction thing, it'll go on to Luna watching Harry in his sixth year. I'm thinking of call it "Broken things" or "Broken mirrors" or something broken, anyway.