He always recognized her handwriting. From the moment he saw it, he never forgot. Like raindrops and starlight, it exuded beauty.
Her hand glided over parchment with ease. Art, like he never before laid eyes on, spilled ink on ivory. The letters swirled around on another, sliding on and off the lines as though they were absent. Her spidery and rounded writing varied between script and print as though she battled indecisiveness. Occasionally, letters appeared half formed, creating new characters of their own. They winked off the parchment as marks of her personality.
She never paused in her writings. She continued relentlessly as though each word and sentence formed in her mind perfectly before she applied them with ink. Each word blossomed on the parchment with care as though they were all vitally important.
Once the Death Eaters captured her, he never faltered in his progress with the DA. Instead, he resolved to press on more determinedly. Though he never expressed the words vocally, everyone knew the progression carried on more fiercely in her name.
At night, before he fell asleep, he examined a note she gave him near Halloween. It remained a simple note, only asking him a trivial question.
Neville,
When is the next Hogsmeade weekend? Oh, and hello.
Luna
The image burned on his retina, he stared so long at his half scripted name. During his detentions and punishments, he focused on his name to resist the intolerance. He baffled those who cursed him by never pleading for an end.
He preoccupied himself by thinking of the loops of the l's in his name, the small, almost unseen dot above the i, the mixture of curves and points in the N. When he pictured the partially finished e trailing at the finish, he nearly smiled.
She wrote his name with her dancing hand, each flowing line formed with determination and care. She thought of him. She wrote his name.
Something wonderfully imperfect in her handwriting awed him.
No matter how brave Neville got, no matter how tough he was when he stood up to Voldemort, we all know that Neville would get tongued tied around the girls. I can definitely see him going up to Luna after he just destroyed Nagini very heroically and saying, "Um. Hi, Luna. You have nice handwriting. And you smell pretty." huggles Neville