Where on earth was Trevor this time? Neville had been sure he'd been in his little hutch that Neville had so lovingly made for him for Christmas. It had been weeks since he had tried to escape and the boy had been convinced that he actually liked his new habitat. But now, now he was no where to be found and Neville had already torn apart his four poster bed in attempts to unearth him. He was praying silently that Trevor had not been able to escape the room because when that happened it usually took Neville days if not longer to find him.
Cursing under his breath as he shook out the last piece of clothing from his trunk as though Trevor would simply appear in it, Neville sat back on his heels in defeat, not sure what to do next.
"Is something wrong Neville?"
The dreamy voice startled Neville to no end because he had not known anyone else was in the dormitories currently, let alone a girl. Why would a girl be in his dormitory? Composing himself after the scare, Neville turned to see Luna Lovegood standing in his doorway. " 'Lo Luna. What are you doing up here?"
She had on her classic radish earings, clumping every few moments against the side of her neck. Her jumper was denim, if Neville wasn't mistaken, over a dark pink long sleeved shirt. Had he not known her she would have looked quite harmless. "Well I heard you cursing from downstairs and wanted to make sure everything was alright. There's been an infestation of Nargles in the tower lately and I was worried they may have gotten to you." She looked genuinely concerned and currently that did nothing but annoy Neville.
Luna was always going on about something crazy like Nargles and time and time again he just wanted to take her by the shoulders and shake her and tell her they didn't exist. But if he did that she would probably just calmly explain to him why it was alright that he thought that. And so instead he just sighed and turned back to his trunk, half heartedly rifling through some papers at the bottom of it although at this point he was quite sure Trevor wasn't in there.
"No, I haven't seen any Nargles, Luna, don't worry. I'm just looking for Trevor."
"Your frog?"
"He's a toad."
Neville turned back to Luna, kind of wishing she would leave.
"Oh. Well, I suppose I only thought you would rather he be called a frog since toads are just frogs that have been infected with Farbing Venom. It's actually quite sad."
It was something Luna would say on a daily basis and Neville was hardly phased by her outlandish claim but he must have been looking at her as though she was crazy because she got that insane little smile on her face and turned to leave.
"Well, I'll let you know if I see him. Good Luck, Neville."
With that she seemed to float out of the room and Neville sighed. That girl was so weird.