-1Written for TheOriginalHuffelpuff's Twelve Fics of Christmas. I'm getting a late start and I don't care.
Dance
She looked like she was something out of a dream. She was out in the snow dancing, twirling in the falling flakes of crystal flurries. The cathartic act of liberation made Neville realize: she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
He tried to be silent as he walked, but the crunch of the packed snow under his feet seemed to be deafening in the solitude of the Scottish winter. But she was so immersed in her dance that she did not register the sound.
"Hi, Luna." Neville's voice was barely above a whisper.
She stopped with a jolt. "Hello, Neville. I didn't notice you coming."
Neville immediately noticed that her hands were bare and they had turned red.
"Where are your gloves?"
She looked at her hands and shrugged. "I think someone took them." Neville could detect a faint hint of defeat in her voice.
Without a minute of hesitation, he took her hands in his.
"C'mon. Let's dance."
She laughed. "Of course I'll dance with you, Mr. Longbottom."
And there they were, laughing and dancing as the snow sprinkled the landscape.