Nuna HC
Luna was sitting by a tree. Neville asked her to meet with him. She was humming and absentmindedly picking at the grass. She then had a most wonderful idea. She stood up and crossed the road to the field where beautiful wild flowers grew. A vortex of purple, pink, blue, yellow. Butterflies merrily flying around. She skipped around dancing and twirling. She was collecting wild flowers so she could make flower jewelry.
Neville was walking down the road to meet up with Luna. They had been dating for over a year. Since the end of the war. He was nearly there, at their tree, when he halted suddenly. Something he saw out of the corner of his eye stopped him. He saw Luna. She was dancing around in a field. Her skirt twirled around her beautiful, pale white legs. Her arms stretched to the heavens. Butterflies fluttered around her. Every now and then she would stop to pick up a flower. She would place it in a basket and then she would resume her dance. She was in her element. He put his hand in his pocket. His fingers touching the box inside. He wasn't going to interrupt this beautiful sight. Not for anything. Not even to propose.