Neville frantically searched every nook and cranny of the Great Hall, desperate to find Trevor. If Gran found out that Neville had lost him again, she would go berserk. Sighing to himself in frustration, he reluctantly crawled under the Gryffindor table, peering between the feet of his classmates and behind the countless schoolbags that had been dumped on the stone floor. It was no use. Neville clambered to his feet again and moved over to the Ravenclaw table. Once again, he crouched onto all fours and began the crawl under the table. He was about halfway down the forest of black school shoes, when he noticed a pair of yellow sandals. Puzzled, he made a note of their location at the table, planning to find the person wearing them.
When he reached the end of the table, he clumsily stood up, tripping over his robes and nearly landing face-first in someone's breakfast. Trying not to worry too much about Trevor, he scanned the students at the Ravenclaw table, trying match the faces to the sandals. His gaze fixed upon a girl his age with long, flowing, dirty blonde hair, and wide staring eyes. Neville's mouth fell open – she was beautiful. And what was that in her hand? Could it be? Yes! The girl was holding Trevor!
Neville hurried over to her, running the length of the table and becoming quite red in the face.
"Ex-excuse me," he stammered, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
She turned to face him, not even slightly surprised, and replied with a simple, "Hello."
"Um… I think you've found my toad." he said, gesturing towards his pet.
The girl smiled. "Oh, is he yours?" she said. "He's very friendly isn't he? I found him in the Transfiguration corridor, and I only picked him up because of his saliva."
Neville wondered if he had heard her correctly. "You what?" he exclaimed.
"Toad saliva," she said serenely, "It has marvellous properties; didn't you know? Yes, it's an excellent moisturiser, and it adds a lovely flavour to scrambled eggs." She gestured to her breakfast plate, which was indeed full of scrambled eggs.
This girl was absolutely mad! And yet, Neville felt strangely drawn to her. It was odd, he'd never felt that way about a girl before. She spoke again, drawing him out of his thoughts.
"I'm Luna," she smiled, "Luna Lovegood."
"Neville Longbottom," he replied, shaking her outstretched hand with a smile.