“Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same. Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine gold chains wove around the picture, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realised that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand time in gold ink: friends… friends… friends…”