"I'm in love with Harry Potter. I'm in love with Harry Potter. I'm in love with Harry Potter." Luna Lovegood said, trying her new adoration out in words. This was certainly the first time she had fallen in love with anyone before. "I'm sure this happens to all warm blooded animals, though" she thought. She was sitting at the breakfast table with Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville. As it was the weekend, all houses were allowed to sit wherever they wanted.
"What did you say about Harry?" Neville asked.
"That I'm in love with him." Luna said matter-of-factly.
"Cool! Hey Harry, Luna's in love with you..." Neville told Harry, who was sitting on the other side of him.
"Wicked!" Harry replied. "Hey Neville, switch me places so I can be close to her,"
"'Kay," Neville said and they switched. Then Harry and Luna started kissing, once they were next to each other. "Where's adult supervision when you need it?" Neville asked no one in particular.
Ron, meanwhile, was having a conversation with his plate.
"So, how do you like having food on you all the time?" The plate did not answer. "My name's Ron, by the way." Nothing. "Would you mind terribly if I used you for a frisbee?" Then Ron, not waiting for an answer, picked the plate up and threw it to Hermione. She wasn't really ready to catch it so she dived out of the way. Which caused her to bang her head into the wall. Neville picked the plate up and tossed it to Hermione, thinking it was hers. Another dive, another head bang. Then Ginny picked it up and did the same thing. Hermione went unconcious.
"What did you say about Harry?" Neville asked.
"That I'm in love with him." Luna said matter-of-factly.
"Cool! Hey Harry, Luna's in love with you..." Neville told Harry, who was sitting on the other side of him.
"Wicked!" Harry replied. "Hey Neville, switch me places so I can be close to her,"
"'Kay," Neville said and they switched. Then Harry and Luna started kissing, once they were next to each other. "Where's adult supervision when you need it?" Neville asked no one in particular.
Ron, meanwhile, was having a conversation with his plate.
"So, how do you like having food on you all the time?" The plate did not answer. "My name's Ron, by the way." Nothing. "Would you mind terribly if I used you for a frisbee?" Then Ron, not waiting for an answer, picked the plate up and threw it to Hermione. She wasn't really ready to catch it so she dived out of the way. Which caused her to bang her head into the wall. Neville picked the plate up and tossed it to Hermione, thinking it was hers. Another dive, another head bang. Then Ginny picked it up and did the same thing. Hermione went unconcious.