Hi there - here's the next installment. It's not my normal style of writing (at least, I think it's not) so I would just loooove some feedback and suggestions! Thanks ArtemisRide for reviewing!

Lilybeth Luna! (:

He was a quirky bloke. He didn't mind if you though so. He didn't mind getting soaked in the rain. He didn't mind if you accidentally turned his butter beer into a turnip. And he didn't mind standing in the snow with a complete stranger.

This is why he found himself doing just that - standing in the snow, catching snowflakes on his tongue with a complete stranger.

It all started on a blustery, snowy day in town. He had just finished picking up some things when he spotted her. She was standing with her chin tilted towards the sky, her gaze on the clouds, her wispy blond hair speckled with snow. He grinned. It was not every day that he found someone who had a shared interest with himself. He walked up to her, and mimicked her position.

"Did you know," she said, surprising him, "that no two snowflakes are alike?"

"Yes, I did. Did you know that all snowflakes taste wonderful?" he replied.

"I've never tried one before." She turned to look at him, eyes wide, and whispered, "I'm too afraid that nargles will fly through my mouth and to my brain!"

"Nargles don't like the cold, or the snow. The mass of the flakes is too much for their minuscule forms. It would be completely safe to experiment." He then turned to look at her.

Staring back at him were big blue eyes, icy, but warm; wise, but curious. They were beautiful eyes, and he found he couldn't look away. They were young eyes, too. A few years younger than his own. He was so lost in thought - lost in her eyes, so to speak - that when she spoke, it startled him.

"Would you show me how?"

"Of course." He proceeded to fall back into their original stance. She did the same.

"Now all you have to do," he instructed, "is stick your tongue out." He did so. She copied. After a few seconds of waiting, he felt a snowflake land on his tongue. He assumed his new acquaintance did as well, because she started to giggle. The giggles then turned into a laugh, which grew until she was bent over and clutching her sides. Her reaction was so strong that it made him laugh, and pretty soon the two were both cracking up.

Normally one would refrain from having a complete cackle fest in the middle of the street, but as was stated before, he was a quirky bloke. She didn't seem to mind either.

As the laughter subsided, he glanced up at her. She was smiling at him, her face was pink from the cold and the excitement, and her eyes were lit. He loved her eyes, he realized. This comprehension is what propelled him to reach forward and touch her face, to lean forward, slowly, hesitantly, and kissed her cheek, softly, quickly. They looked at each other momentarily, and he again became lost. She was like a snowflake, he thought. There is no one else like her, she fell into my life, and I caught her. He wanted to know her more, and he hoped she did, too.

"I'm Rolf, by the way."

"Luna."

EEE! Cute, right? Who saw that coming? Please tell me! Did you like it? I hope you did! (: