Luna’s hair was never tidy.

It wasn’t that she never brushed it; she did- every morning, as much as she possibly could. But she had a habit of playing with it when she was nervous- running her fingers through it, twisting it around her fingers, pulling it back from her head, or, when it was tied up, running her hands over her ponytail. And Luna was always, always nervous.

Astra dropped her bags and whipped back around with a long gasp. “Holy shit.” She darted up to look him full in the face, feeling like an idiot for not recognizing him sooner.

“You’re Jaune Arc?” She gasped. “Leader of Team JNPR? One of the greatest teams to ever graduate any Huntsman Academy ever? You’re a professor here!?”

Taking a deep breath, Lily placed her hand on the door’s handle and pushed it open slowly and hesitantly. As she walked in, three heads turned to stare at her, and Luna stood up quickly.

Lily cast her eyes to the ground, unable to look her in the eye. “I’m sorry…I…” Tears welled up in her eyes and she didn’t try to stop them this time. “I was embarrassed and angry and I shouldn’t have yelled…”