I quietly sat down beside him, and he started to blush. We sat there silent for a few minutes, but it seemed like forever.
I thought about his blushing. How curious. What would he do that for? Maybe he was just warm, but he was smiling, like I am now.
I'm proud of myself, for helping Harry, he's always so nice to me. I'm glad he could see the thestrals, too. And he thought I was smart, not wacky. And Neville thought the same.
I heard a tiny voice, but it was so loud I thought I had just imagined it. It would be nice to talk to someone right now. For someone to come outside and feed the Thestrals and Fang.
Then I heard it again, saying my name. Was I delusional? Were the Wrackspurts in my ears again? Huh. I guess I wouldn't know. I tried to get up and go talk to Harry, but just then it talked again.
I turned around, and Neville was blushing again curiously. Why be embarrassed? I was confused.
"Luna, listen," he said seriously.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, no. Yes, but no. But…" he looked flustered. "Luna, I think you're amazing. I'm mad about you…" he said quietly.
It took a second to sink in. What did that mean? My thoughts were jumbled, I had thought of Neville as only a friend, kind of. Then I thought about his bravery and strength. And he was always so kind, I mused. I was happy. I guess that's want it meant.
I guess he noticed I understood.
"Thanks, I am mad about you too." Then we were both off, smiling and blushing, gazing at one another.