A/N: Combining some previous/old Drabbles to this collection. Keep in mind some of these are the first things I started with in the fandom, and I will not be editing them... Be nice! xoxo

Sunday Drabble Challenge - February 7, 2015

Write a one shot featuring: Victor Krum, Luna Lovegood, a snitch, a threstal, and a pineapple. 500 words max


Owl Post Date
by: RooOJoy


The familiar tawny owl, tapped against the glass, holding a lavender colored letter. He opened and read,

My Dearest Victor,

Today, we finally meet in flesh. I think you will find The Golden Snitch a perfect establishment for our meeting.

As always,

Luna

PS. Maybe we can go flying afterwards?

...

He was never going to admit to anyone that he actually signed up for Owl Post Dating, but damn if he wasn't glad he did. He was supposed to be a famous quidditch player, but girls was never something that came easy to him. Sharing letters with Luna for weeks now, and he couldn't wait to meet her. He wondered if she would still want to write him afterwards. He suddenly felt very nervous.

...

Arriving at The Golden Snitch, he was relieved to see she picked a sports pub. He wondered if she knew this would make him more comfortable. He glanced around and visibly stiffened as a woman raised her hand and waved him over. Her hair fell to her waist and reminded him of the early rays of dawn. Her eyes shone bright, and as she smiled he swore his heart stopped.

Walking over to their table, never taking his eyes from hers, he was surprised when she suddenly took out her wand from behind her ear and cast some charm aimed behind him.

"Vhat vas..." He exclaimed as he whipped his head around staring.

Luna's voice, completely devoid of the nervous energy he was feeling answered, "Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you. You had a gaggle of Wrackspurt approaching. I simply banished them."

She smiled then, and his first reaction of complete disbelief faded. He felt a rise of anger when the waitress set down Luna's drink order of Butterbeer with a slice of pineapple sniggering, "Interesting drink choice".

...

"You mentioned flying avterwards. Vould you still like to accompany me?"

"Oh, Victor, I would like you to accompany me."

He followed her to the back of the pub, confused. When she grabbed his hand his heart pumped a bit too hard against his ribs. However, when he saw what she wanted to fly his heart stopped, and his hands turned cold. He turned to look at her. She was staring at him with grey eyes wide. Her smile was sweet, and a tad questioning.

He approached the skeletal being and rubbed his hand along its velvety black wings. He only hesitated a moment before climbing the thestral and holding his hand to help her up.

As she pressed her back against his chest, and he buried his face in her hair he had no desire to be anywhere else than in the air with this woman.