Luna met Harry in a corridor, pulling her cardigan tighter around herself, shivering. She hadn't realised how cold she was until that moment. "Are you okay, Luna?" Harry asked, looking concerned for her.

Luna nodded. "It's just, cold." Harry looked at her, confused.

"It isn't, though." He said, sounding even more concerned now.

"I'm very sensitive to the cold." Luna sighed. Harry nodded, looking as though he didn't really believe her, but dropped the subject as they walked.

"I've never been to this part of the castle," Luna said dreamily. "At least, not while awake" She looked at Harry. "I sleepwalk, you see, that's why I wear shoes to bed."

They got to the party and after meeting up with Hermione, Luna had drifted away from them. She was too busy gazing at everyone else. They all seemed to have perfect shapes. No matter what she did, it just felt as though she was never going to be good enough, never going to be happy with the way she looked.

She went into a corner and got out her phone, suddenly feeling alone. "I'm at the party, but everyone seems thinner than I am." She texted. Within minutes, a mix of supportive and criticizing comments appeared.

"Take some of them as an example, you're clearly not upping your game enough." One comment read.

"I bet you snacked at one point! Snacking makes you bloat, cut the snacks and you'll feel pretty." Another read.

Luna breathed in. The comments felt like a knife through her heart, but at the same time, made her feel like she had someone to turn to. Someone to give her advice on improving herself. And that was something that made her smile.

She sat there for a while, observing all of the girls. Every last one of them seemed to make her feel fatter and more and more worthless until she just couldn't take it anymore. She got up, tears stinging her eyes. "Luna?" Hermione called, seeing her.

She was truly surprised, Luna had always seemed to look dreamy and far away with that vague smile on her face, but now she looked lost and her eyes were misted with tears. "What's wrong?" She asked, trying to hug her, but Luna jerked as though she had slapped her.

"Tell Harry I went back to my dorm." She said softly, before sprinting away, away from the party and into the nearest bathroom to stare at herself, feeling heavy, fat and hopeless. She pulled her cardigan off, slowly, to reveal her frighteningly thin body. Except she couldn't see that.

Where someone else could see her bones looking ready to slice through skin any moment, she saw flabby pieces of skin that, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't shift. It was just there, just to mock her.

She knew just what she needed to do. If she went home, her father would see how little progress she had made and then mock her by forcing her to eat. She couldn't let that happen. She just couldn't.

She pulled out her phone and texted her father a message, one that broke her heart to send, but knew it was for the best. After all, who could love someone who had no will power whatsoever?

The day everyone else was due to leave for Christmas, Luna watched them with a mixture of whimsy, sadness and jealousy, but she told herself fiercely that she didn't deserve it as she ran the track, only stopping once she truly couldn't take it anymore.

She thought of all the food that was inside the Great Hall, and how everyone else was enjoying it. She scolded herself before pushing herself harder. She sat down updating her friends who gave her a mixture of praise and criticism.

"Great work! But why can't you do crunches and sit-ups too?"

"Running won't float you to all of your hopes and dreams, don't you know that?"

Luna sighed, desperately wanting to cry. She was hungry, tired and cold, colder than she had even thought was possible. She was so hungry she felt as she was going to fall at any moment. Her head was spinning madly and she held on to a pole to steady herself.

She drank some water, but even that couldn't soothe the burning hunger inside of her. She returned to her common room to find that her father had sent her some Christmas presents.

Some of them were books, which cheered her up a bit. Others were clothes, but the rest were sweet treats, which made her mouth water but she shook her head. They looked beautiful, sweet, mouthwatering. But she knew that they were dangerous and could very easily undo all of her work.

Author's note:

Okay, it's short and probably boring, I'm so sorry it's late too, homeschool had an impact on writing, but I'll try and make the updates more regular. On to the reviews!

Depressed boi: She does, but she needs to get off the website first before she can get proper help.

thatonekidTheo:Aww, I'm glad! :) Here's the next chapter!

Cya! :)