Author's Note: Written for…
Whodunit Elimination Competition. Prompt: write about your character being forced to lie to cover something they didn't do. (guess in the end notes)
Rummikub Game Challenge. Prompt: Quidditch World Cup campsite
Harry Potter Carnival Competition. Prompt: funnel cake, Daphne Greengrass
Rock-Paper-Scissors Competition. Prompt: Luna/Rolf
Guess Who? Challenge. Prompt: black hair
Hangman Challenge. Letter: R as in Rolf
Campfire Romance
Neville shivered as a breeze ran over him. It was almost too cool for August, but he welcomed the fresh air as opposed to being stuck in a stuffy greenhouse like he soon would be once the school year started again.
"Maybe he's not coming," Hannah whispered to him.
"He'll come. He promised. The game doesn't start for another hour anyway."
"She's going to be devastated."
Neville looked to where Luna sat eating funnel cake and watching some small children toss a quaffle back and forth.
"I don't think she'll mind, really," he assured his wife.
"It'll be the fourth no-show blind date she's been set up on in the last year."
"But the only one approved by us."
And Merlin, had they taken their sweet time in setting everything up. It was enough of a struggle to find a man who they deemed perfect for Luna – an old school friend of Hannah's, now one of Neville's suppliers of foreign plant samples. It was quite the hassle to find something that both of them would enjoy doing for their meeting, and to find a time when they were both in the country. When Hannah had managed to get them four tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, they wasted no time in having everyone clear their schedules.
There was a loud crash from three tents down from theirs, and Neville looked in time to see it deflating and smiled to himself.
"He's here," he announced, running inside their tent to pull out another lawn chair out to the campfire.
A tall, black-haired man came rushing over in wrinkled and singed robes and cracked glasses.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, shaking Neville's hand and giving Hannah a quick hug. "Had a bit of an ashwinder problem in my hotel. Couldn't leave until it was cleared up."
"Not a problem," the professor told him, leading him over to Luna's chair. The blonde stood up, hastily brushing powdered sugar from around her mouth.
"Luna Lovegood, I'd like you to meet Rolf Scamander," Neville introduced, gently pushing the man toward her.
"Um, Neville, little problem over here," Hannah called. He looked to where she was pointing, down the row of tents, to a small group of people storming at them. At the head of the group, Neville recognized Malfoy and the Greengrass sisters.
"Something I can help you with, Draco?" he asked calmly, meeting the group a few feet away from their tent so they wouldn't interrupt Luna and Rolf.
"Our tent is wrecked," the blonde man huffed. "Someone said they saw the man that did it running toward this tent."
Neville risked a glance back. Hannah was watching them carefully, but Rolf and Luna seemed oblivious to any confrontation. It wasn't worth anyone's time to interrupt them for this, he decided, digging a hand into his robe pocket and pulling out his coin pouch.
"I'm really sorry," he said, handing over the pouch. "There should be enough in there to buy a new tent. I saw some people selling them by the portkey area."
Draco hesitated in taking the pouch. "Right. Thank you," he muttered, backing away slowly.
Neville nodded and waved them off, waiting until they were a tent's-width away before heading back to the campfire.
"What did they want?" Hannah asked as soon as he returned. He shrugged.
"Just saying hello," he lied, smiling as looked back at his friends, who were roasting marshmallows over their own flame.
A/N: Whodunit guess-
Suspect: Draco
Victim: Luna
Method: fire