Neville Longbottom was rushing to get home to his Luna. She had sent an owl to him at work, telling him she had some news for him.
A million questions ran through Neville's mind. Was it good, or was it bad? Was it about her, him, or them? Did he do something wrong again? Did he forget something important?
"Stop thinking," he said to himself. "It will only make you think more, and you should know by now that isn't a good idea."
A passing Muggle looked at him. "Excuse me?" he asked.
"Oh, sorry." Neville responded. "Just talking to myself."
"People here get crazier and crazier every day" the Muggle said, hurrying away.
Neville paid the Muggle no mind. After what seemed like forever, he was home. He rushed in the door, and found Luna asleep on the couch. He did his best not to wake her, but tripped over the table in his attempt to keep quiet.
"Attacking the furniture again, are we?" Luna asked him, when she saw him sprawled on the floor.
Blushing, Neville got up and sat next to her.
"What is it you have to tell me," he asked her. "Is everything alright?"
"Oh, everything is just fine," Luna said. "Perfect. actually."
Neville couldn't figure out what was making Luna smile.
"Stop thinking, because you'll never guess it, Neville." She said to him.
"Then tell me," Neville begged her. "I've been wondering ever since I got that owl."
"Remember the conversation we had the other night about maybe, possibly, starting a family?" asked Luna.
"Of course. My memory isn't that bad." How could Neville forget.
"Well, it's happening." Luna told him.
"You mean...?"
"Neville, you're going to be a father." Luna said.
Neville fainted.