I usually have a pretty bad headache the day after. Very strong tea helps, and there's a pain-relief potion that takes the edge off.
The days before the moon got better at some point. Your body and mind adjust a bit. Not that I'm exactly in a good mood, mind you, but I can manage. You'll get used to it. Next month won't be as bad.
It is not dignified. Nothing about it is dignified. But that's true of so much, Luna. Think of the other wounds that people suffered in the battle where you were bitten. There's no particular dignity to suffer a curse that leaves you unconscious in a pool of your bodily fluids, carried to the hospital wing by a benevolent friend; there's nothing dignified about nightmares or panic attacks. The dignity comes in how you got those wounds, doesn't it?
I don't know if you've ever read the obituary I wrote for Arthur Weasley, where I said that when he gave his life, he didn't see Dominic Selwyn as a Death Eater but as a fellow human being in mortal danger.
You did the same, you know; you didn't see Lavender as the pureblood bully who did her best to make your life miserable You saw her as a fellow human being in mortal danger, and you went to her aid. And you paid a price. It's a price you get to live with for the rest of your life. Which will hopefully be long, and happy for 27 days out of every 28.
I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I'll blame it on the moon.
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The days before the moon got better at some point. Your body and mind adjust a bit. Not that I'm exactly in a good mood, mind you, but I can manage. You'll get used to it. Next month won't be as bad.
It is not dignified. Nothing about it is dignified. But that's true of so much, Luna. Think of the other wounds that people suffered in the battle where you were bitten. There's no particular dignity to suffer a curse that leaves you unconscious in a pool of your bodily fluids, carried to the hospital wing by a benevolent friend; there's nothing dignified about nightmares or panic attacks. The dignity comes in how you got those wounds, doesn't it?
I don't know if you've ever read the obituary I wrote for Arthur Weasley, where I said that when he gave his life, he didn't see Dominic Selwyn as a Death Eater but as a fellow human being in mortal danger.
You did the same, you know; you didn't see Lavender as the pureblood bully who did her best to make your life miserable You saw her as a fellow human being in mortal danger, and you went to her aid. And you paid a price. It's a price you get to live with for the rest of your life. Which will hopefully be long, and happy for 27 days out of every 28.
I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I'll blame it on the moon.