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Barty looked at the bouquet in his hand and he hoped he had gotten them right.
"What have you got there Crouch? Grass?"one of the students laughed at him, but he played them no heed. Their opinion wasn't important. Luna's was.
Because this bouquet, handpicked by him, with the utmost care and love was for her, the love of his life.
And Barty hoped that she will understand, once and for all that he would wait for her forever. And more. The infinite wasn't enough to describe how much he loved her.
So with this thought in mind he had asked her to meet him by the lake at noon.
"Barty!" a voice came from his right.
And there she was. The most beautiful of all, Luna Lovegood. Or as she was known in his time Luna Locroug. She was dressed in a beautiful sunny dress and over it she was wearing a big black cloak with pockets. Who knew what she had in there? But she wouldn't be his Luna if nothing was there.
"Hey," he said, "I'm so glad you came."
She smiled at him.
"How could I not? My time here is almost at the end and I have to save all the time I have to be with you"
Barty went and hugged her tight, kissing her hair. Then he picked up the bouquet and gave it to her. And hoped that she got the message. Everything he wanted to say and couldn't say.
'I live for you. Think of me. I will never forget you. Take care of you. I love you. I will be loyal to I'll always be true.'
Luna stared at the bouquet and then starting chuckling softly. She pulled from one of her pockets an exact replica of the bouquet he was holding containing cedar,azalea,rose, daisy, violet.
Barty started chuckling too.
They really were the same.
