Hi all! This is my first fanfic, so please be kind. :] I absolutely adored Neville and Luna, but I felt like doing something a bit different to anything else I've ever done—next gen! So please sit back and enjoy. Reviews are loved. And if I get feedback I shall give you all cookies. nomnomnomnom.
Also, I do not, to my dismay, own Harry Potter or any of its' characters. *icanstilldream*
"Be good, Selene," Father said seriously. I giggled excitedly, practically bouncing on the balls of my feet. "I mean it." He regarded me with a suspicious expression before breaking into a smile himself.
"You know I will, daddy," I chirped, hugging him fiercely.
"What, no one wants to give any hugs to mummy?" Mother stepped from behind father with mock hurt in her eyes. I laughed and kissed her on the cheek.
Straightening my midnight-coloured robe, I swiftly bent down to pick up my gray and tattered trunk. With a startling pop, my wand fell clear out of my front pocket onto the linoleum floor. Sighing in frustration, I snatched it up and irritably placed it behind my ear. I had discovered this system the summer before, feeling proud and unique for coming up with such a clever and, if I do say so myself, stylish way of storing wands.
I stood up and gave my family one final grin. I caught father glancing at my wand's new position and blink repeatedly, furrowing his eyebrows nervously. Figuring that he was worried about me, I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I'm going to see you soon enough anyway. Don't worry, daddy—or should I call you Professor Longbottom now? I'm so excited, daddy. Very much so."
Father absently stroked my fingers, a blank look still on his face. Shrugging, I hauled my trunk through the horde of robed families to the familiar scarlet train. "Owl us when you get there!" Mother called. "Alice will want to hear everything about it." She winked knowingly and I chuckled, recalling my little sister's eagerness to go to Hogwarts next year. She hated not being able to visit Platform 9 ¾ with us today, but Nan insisted that she stay home and help her bake some of her famous homemade cookies. It's probably for the best. I can't imagine the glee Alice would have gotten from seeing everyone here.
Zipping back to the present, I beamed in reply to mother and entered the carpeted hallway of an elegant, if slightly used train car. Biting my top lip nervously, I strolled past compartment after compartment, each already filled with laughing and energetic students. Upon reaching the end of the car, I turned left, praying upon Merlin that this would have sufficient space to place all my bags. Sighing in relief and a little bit of sadness, I find that this particular cabin is empty of anyone.
I open the door gingerly, afraid it will disrupt anyone around me. I step in an exhale deeply.
"Hello there,"
I spin around in shock to face a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy.
"My name is Lysander."
A/N: So, what do you think? Sorry for the empty ending. It's late at night and I think I'm becoming a sleep-deprived zombie. So…yes! Reviews! Remember the cookies. :]
