Author's note: Hmmmm, female reactions. 200 words and no dialogue at all.
Disclaimer: Read first chapter.
Romilda Vane bet they wouldn't last a week.
Silly girl.
She lost.
12 Galleons, 4 Sickles and 5 Knuts.
Hermione Granger claimed that she knew all along, since Ginny had run after the train before their first year.
Funny.
She didn't even look through the window while the train was leaving the station.
But no one ever dared to contradict her, of course.
Lavender Brown affirmed she had seen it in the tea leaves.
In Harry's palm.
In the conjunction of the planets.
In the crystal ball.
Conveniently, she couldn't tell anyone that time so that she wouldn't change the future.
Molly Weasley squealed, beamed and sang.
Off-tune, of course.
Lily Potter, always watching over her son, made the moon glow brighter and fuller than ever that night, when Harry proposed to Ginny in the garden.
Neither noticed it was supposed to be a night of new moon.
Luna Lovegood didn't bet, claim or affirm anything.
She didn't squeal, or beam or sing.
She certainly didn't interfere with the moon.
She only acknowledged Harry and Ginny's linked hands and told them not to disturb any Mooncalves.
Ginny Weasley blushed.
Harry Potter blushed harder.
Luna smiled and kept reading her magazine.
