"Luna, wait up!" Neville's voice carried through the vast hallways as he raced to catch up with her.
"What's your hurry?" he asked.
"I'm helping the wounded. It seemed like the thing to do. Nearly everyone's hurt." She was so generous to volunteer her time. Neville loved how thoughtful she was.
"Yeah, well, that's what happens in a battle. Can I help?" She was surprised he wanted to help. He seemed more like the type to prepare for battle in the small hour Voldemort had given them to hand over Harry. She was glad for the help, though, so she smiled at him and nodded.
"So, what do I do?" He didn't really want to admit he was clueless about healing, but he didn't have another choice. She didn't seem to notice his hesitance to ask and showed him what he would need to do.
"Luna?" he asked when she made to go. He grabbed her hand. She turned to face him.
"I was going to ask you out, so, um, do you want to go on a date sometime? You know, if we make it through this."
"I would enjoy that very much." He grinned and began healing wounds.