Luna was a lonely witch, by choice of course. She wasn't much of someone to interact heavily with many of the other witches in the castle. She felt odd and out of place because her father was a human. A hunter. She was ashamed of her mother, but love was love. She sighed. 

Being alone gave her lots of time to practice spells and read and write and to just be able to be alone without being obligated to be with friends. Sometimes she wanted to be able to have someone to talk to, like she used to talk to her mother. But ever since she died, all she has is her cat, Toast. An odd name for a cat, yes, but he was named after Lunas favorite food at the age of 6, when he appeared to her. Her mother taught her all that she knew about being a witch, and she taught her to name your familiar after something or someone dear to you. To this day, "toast" still means a great deal to her because of her mother. 

[color=004b80]'My mother...'[/color] As Luna walked around the extravagant library she got t thinking about her mother. She missed her heavily, and she felt lost without her. Hunters are the lowest of the low to Luna. Her father was a disgrace. [color=004b80]'HE LED THEM THERE.'[/color] she could never forgive him... 

He did what he could to help, and it wasn't enough. But he knew it was coming. He sent her away and when she came home she found her mother's body burnt in the yard. She ran. She could never face him. But she knew what he did. 

After a while she came across this place, a safe haven for witches it was said to be. Medusa Bloodrose, the head of the castle, was nice enough to let her stay. Luna had come to respect the woman, and she usually stayed out of her way, for she seemed like the kind not to mess with. 

Luna kept to herself, but as she wandered the library, looking for a good book to occupy her time, she couldn't help but wish for at least one friend to keep the lonlieness at bay.