 81 – Depression
“Luna,” Neville started.
She slowly looked up from the book she was reading. “Yes?”
“I think I’m depressed.” He traced the scar on the side of his head thoughtfully. “Seventh year is just so hard and I don’t know how I can finish all this homework. Plus, those Carrows are so terribly unbearable.”
Luna patted his hand lightly. “You’re not depressed, just a bit worn out. We all are. What I do when I am sad is I think about all the things that have gone right that day. Ones you think about it, there are lots of happy things.”
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