A/N io non capisco. Capisce?
Please excuse any grammar errors or oddball words; this was typed on my IPod. I did go back and edit it on my computer, but Apple likes to "help" and spell-check stuff -_-
He stood watching her as she glided down the hall, seeming to barely even touch the floor. She was singing quietly under her breath. Neville didn't recognize the song; it didn't even sound English. The blue dress she wore blew around her legs above her bare feet, adding to the effect she had of seemingly floating down the corridor. As she came closer, she still didn't see him standing in the shadows, gaping at her.
When she had just passed him she turned and smiled. "Hello, Neville. What are you doing here, all alone? Did you come to escape the Nargles? They seem to have floated into everyone's heads today." she said, somewhat dreamily.
He stared at her, mouth opening and then closing again, until he finally managed to stutter out a feeble answer. "I was...I mean, with everyone celebrating, I ju-just um...I was um...just thinking."
"That's very interesting, Neville. What were you thinking?" he stared at her, wondering why on earth she cared, if she really did at all. "Jobberknoll got your tongue?" she asked sympathetically when he made no response. Neville nodded slowly, still a bit stunned.
Luna made a face, swatting at an invisible pest near her head. "The Nargles are everywhere today! You know, they're said to live in mistletoe." she looked up to the small patch that had grown above their heads. Neville's palms were suddenly sweaty and he felt his face heat up. "They fall into your hair and make you want to kiss someone, you know. They like Muggles the best, but they're known to lurk everywhere during Christmastime."
Neville nodded distractedly, looking at the floor, the ceiling, Peeves, the moving staircase, anywhere but at Luna. "Neville." she said and he turned towards her. She leaned towards him and lightly pressed her lips to his. Stunned, he didn't react. She pulled back and frowned, looking up at the mistletoe.
When he finally regained his composure (though he was still bright red in the face) he smiled nervously and said, "Must be the Nargles."
She reached her hand to her head and brushed it over her scalp. "How odd. There aren't any Nargles here today." she smiled at him. "Happy Christmas, Neville." and with that, Luna drifted off down the halls again, leaving him dumbstruck beneath the mistletoe. The mistletoe without any Nargles.