Author's Note: This story was inspired by Invisible by Taylor Swift, which is a llittle cliche I suppose, but I hope to make it original. And this idea just wouldn't leave me alone!
Disclaimer: Nope, not JK Rowling.
"…and that's how you catch nargles." I finished my explanation with a nod, turning my head to see Neville's reaction. He wasn't looking at me, and judging by the look on his face, he wasn't paying attention either. I followed his gaze across the grass and sighed. Of course.
"You know Neville, if you want to talk to Hannah, you should just go over there. No need to sit here with me." I told him, trying not to sound annoyed. Or sad.
He looked at me, ashamed. "I'm sorry Luna. I was trying to pay attention, really, but, well, she's just awfully pretty. That doesn't mean I can ignore you though, I'm sorry."
"Why don't you just talk to her? Ask her out?" I asked him, though I knew what he was going to say. We had this conversation often.
"Oh, she'd never go out with me. She could have any guy…maybe I could find some way to impress her. What do you think would impress her?" Neville looked at me hopefully.
"Well, I don't know." I said. "I don't know her. You shouldn't have to do anything special to get her attention though. If she doesn't like you for you, she doesn't deserve you."
"That's sweet of you to say Luna, but I really want to do something to get her attention. You're a girl, what would get your attention?"
I thought about telling him that he already had my attention. Instead I just said, "I'm not a normal girl, you know that. You don't want advice from someone as odd as me."
He shook his head. "Don't say that about yourself. But maybe it would be better to talk to someone who knows her better."
I stood up. "Yes, but I still think you shouldn't have to do anything special. You should just walk up to her and ask her out. If she doesn't want you, especially after you killed Voldemort's snake last year, then I just don't think it's worth it. I've got to go, there's some homework I forgot about."
That last part was a lie. I just really didn't want to talk about Hannah anymore.
"Oh, ok." Neville looked up at me, squinting in the sun. "I'll see you later then?"
"Sure." I said. I love spending time with Neville, I just wish he wouldn't talk about Hannah so much. He does it more and more these days. I'm still hoping he'll get over it. For whatever reason, she doesn't notice him. Apparently she's blind. If he could just get over her, maybe I could make him understand how I feel about him.
I gave him a little wave as I walked away, but he was already staring at Hannah again.