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Luna and NevilleShe sat down and propped herself against the tree and laid her bag beside her. Soon she started dreaming and found her self lying on the cool grass with her feet resting on the tree. Suddenly she heard a crash she sat up and stared at the tree before realizing and turning around. She saw a boy gathering his books and a broken pot with a smashed plant lying in front of him.
On Neville, what happen she said. He blushed and quietly said
Im just so clumsy
Not as much as I am she replied sweetly
Oh Luna not at all he replied. They stared at each other for quite a while then he said
Well, um I um I think I should go now and he started at his feet
Oh right she said as she handed him his plant
Oh dear where is Trevor he said frantically
Croak they heard loudly
oh hes in by my bag one sec she dashed over to grab the toad and ran back, the toad then jumped on the boys he
At the Beach-Luna and NevilleAt The Beach-Luna and Neville
Luna opened up her silvery-grey eyes and blinked several times, letting them adjust to the sunlight streaming in through the thin curtains. She stood up and stretch for a moment before pulling on jeans and a camisole and walking through her bedroom into the joined bathroom. She splashed cool water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes traveled around her face, looking at how how much shed changed since her school days. Her eyebrows were no longer small and pale, plucked to look as though she were surprised. They werent the white-blonde they used to be. They were larger and a more noticeable gold color. They had an actual arch to them. Her hair was smooth and soft and didnt look unkempt. Her voice was still the same dreamy tone. But the look in her eyes wasnt so out-of-it and she had wizened up. She proved everyone at Hogwarts who said she would end up in the loony bin wrong. She was a high
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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