Back in my office at last, I finally have time to breathe. The whole week has been a storm—meetings, paperwork, curious students poking their heads through my door, and Dumbledore's endless questions about "the nature of ancient magic."
I drop into my chair and let my head fall back. For the first time in over a century, I actually feel… alive again. Exhausted, yes, but alive.
The mirror across from my desk catches my eye, and I can't help but smirk. Well, at least I look good doing all this. I had spent far too long perfecting my character's appearance back in the game—every strand of hair, every curve, every detail—and apparently that effort carried over into this reality. My reflection could easily pass for some legendary witch from the old tales: beautiful, mysterious, and maybe just a little bit dangerous.
"Goddess, Luna," I mutter to myself, "you're ridiculous."
Still, beauty didn't make the loneliness fade.
One hundred years of isolation had left a mark. I'd lived, studied, fought, and bled beside people who were now dust in the ground. The thought twisted inside me. I wanted connection again—real connection. The kind that made you feel seen, not worshipped or feared.
I laughed quietly. "Well, that's going to be interesting, isn't it? Finding a girlfriend in a story world where the author forgot girls could like girls."
My voice echoed off the stone.
Maybe there was someone out there—someone strong enough to stand beside me, not beneath me. Someone who'd challenge me, understand my obsession with magic, and maybe even call me out when I got too full of myself.
I leaned forward, tracing a finger along the desk where faint sigils still glowed. For now, I told myself, focus on teaching. The rest will come when it's meant to.
The truth was simple: I was terrifying. My command of both light and dark arts, my bond with ancient magic, my intelligence—it all made me a force most wizards couldn't even comprehend. But perhaps what scared me most wasn't my power. It was the question of what I'd do with it, now that I finally had the world again.
I stood, letting my magic hum softly through the room. "Terrifying or not," I whispered, "I'm still me. And that's enough."