Author's Note: Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me.. nor does Luna or Neville. Don't sue me.
She always perseveres to buy me sugar wands, assuming that I loved sweets and candy.
She absolutely despises cooking, and yet she'll occasionally make some suspicious-looking brownies that have a bit of odd green powder at the corner.
She giggles a little loudly when I touch a certain part of her, just where her jaw meets her neck.
Her hair is always tangled, like it's never seen a hairbrush before.
She falls asleep very gradually, sometimes drifting into nightmares that she won't talk to me about, no matter how much I pester her afterwards.
But that's why I love her.