I'm really sorry for not updating in so long. I'm a lazy bum. Whoops. The chapters look MUCH bigger in my tiny notebook.

I own the books, but not the rights.

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Neville lay on the bed with a sigh. Luna sat back in a rocking chair, staring at her husband. She stood up and lay beside him. "You know," she murmured, "we're going to stand out more than before. Not that I care, I'm still gonna be Loony Lovegood. Of course, now I'm a Longbottom, but at least my initials are still L squared."

"I know" her husband replied. "I know," he said again, "I know. And if anyone jeers at you, you tell me, I know some damn good curses and hexes and jinxes since the D.A. We can overcome anything now. We're married." The lights went out.

"True, that and I have a Trecpiddindle leaf!" came the voice of Luna Lovegood in the dark. They both fell into a soft, dreamless, sleep.

The next day the giddiness of her wedding was wearing off, and Luna was back to normal. (Define normal.) Her dreamy eyes with long lashes, her dark blonde hair playing at her shoulders, and having some weird plant or rock sticking out from her bag. Occasionally she would swat the air to ward off a Snorkleshufflebug or something.

"Hey Luna!" Ginny was waving at the end of the Great Hall.

"Oh, hello," said Luna, drifting over.

"'Sup?" asked Ginny.

"Oh, you know, the ceiling, the sky, giants, Josh Cooper, - but of course, you don't know Josh Cooper, do you? - oh! Hippogriffs are also up. Speaking of which, what happened to Buck- I mean, Witherwings? Wait, what was the question? And was that rhetorical?" Although it was said in a grand total of about 4 57/792 seconds, she still managed to sound dreamy.

"Oh, never mind. So… ummmm… Ummmmm…" Ginny faltered. Luna, looking sympathetic, cried, ""Oh, Ginny, I told you to keep your Porpinchank seeing mirror with you at all times! Don't worry! I have one!" As Luna dug in her bag for it, Ginny slipped away.

When Luna found her mirror, she looked up, startled. "Oh my gosh! Ginny was kidnapped by Porpinchanks!" She ran off to find Ron, Harry, and of course, Neville.

… Two Hours Later…

Luna was asleep. Snoring. Loudly. And comically. And animatedly. Ginny walked in, took a look, and burst out laughing.

"Huh? What?" asked Luna groggily. Her eyes widened. "Oh no! Ginny and the Porpinchanks! I have to save her!" She ran straight into Ginny, literally trampling her, and sped out of the room. Ginny lay dazed.

"Oh look at the pretty little birdies! Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!"

My friend Jenna typed this for me (hey guys!!!), and encouraged me to edit and rewrite parts of it. That Josh Cooper part was all me!