~*~
I'll pretend that I'm kissing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home every day
And I'll send all my loving to you
~*~
Neville sat at his window, staring out into the rolling hills and lush green fields that surrounded his house. He imagined how much fun Luna would have if she were there. It had been three weeks since he kissed her goodbye at Kings Cross. He missed her more and more each day, and every single thing he did reminded him of her. He wondered what she was doing this very minute. Was she thinking about him? Did she miss him as much as he missed her? Neville was determined to find out. He reached for a piece of parchment, his quill and ink and began to write.
Dear Luna,
How are you? I miss you –
Neville grunted and crumpled up the note. It was far too ordinary for Luna Lovegood. He started over:
My Lovely Luna,
You're all I think about, every minute of every day –
He shredded this one as well. It was far too sappy and did not sound like him at all. He grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment and chewed on this tip of his quill. With a sharp intake of breath, he began to write.
Hello Luna,
How have you been? I really miss you and I was wondering if you wanted to meet me at Diagon Alley one of these days or something. It would be wonderful to see you. Please write back as soon as you can.
All my loving,
Neville
He scanned it over once more and smiled, folding it up and heading outside to find his owl. She took it happily and flew off into the clouds. For the next couple hours, Neville kept himself busy by repotting mandrakes in the make-shift greenhouse his grandmother had made him as a "Congratulations, you killed Voldemort's snake" present. He was soon distracted by a rattling in the doorway as his owl swooped hack in and dropped three envelopes beside him.
"Thanks Tubber," he said, removing his muff and snatching the letters.
On the first he recognized Ginny Weasley's big, round scrawl. Excited but confused, he tore it open.
You are cordially invited to attend Harry Potter's 18th Birthday Celebration: Commemorating the end of the war and our hero's life.
Friday, July 31st at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Begins at 6:00 PM sharp!
Please note: This is a formal occasion, please dress your best.
Hope you can attend!
Neville smiled and shook his head. It was just like Ginny to throw Harry a party after the way. He scooted the papers aside and moved onto the next envelope. This one had the beautiful green writing he knew ever so well.
What could Hogwarts want with me now?
He ripped it open eagerly, curious to know what lay inside. The letter told how they had noticed his aptitude for Herbology and that they wanted him to come for an internship in September with Professor Sprout, who would be retiring soon. If it wasn't for fear of his grandmother walking in on him, he would've danced around the greenhouse like a little boy who had just earned his first galleon. An internship? Meaning he would someday teach Herbology? His own classroom and students? He ran to the front of his own little greenhouse and cleared his throat.
"Alright class, let's begin. Today we will be repotting mandrakes. Their cries are deadly so keep those muffs on!" he mimicked putting on his muffs and clapped to regain his imaginary class' attention. "Now, who can tell me what mandrakes are good for?" He paused and pretended to be listening intently. "Oh, very good, miss Granger the II! 10 points to Gryffindor!"
He was so caught up in his fantasy that he almost forgot the last envelope. He reached across the table, rocked over a can of Gillyweed, swore under his breath, and grabbed the letter. He was delighted to see Luna's tiny, curly cursive spread across the page. He ripped it open hungrily, desperate to know what his girlfriend had to say.
My Neville,
I do miss you loads as well. It has been far too long. But I believe hope has come in the form of Harry Potter! I received an invitation to his Birthday Celebration, and I'm sure you did as well. I hope we can both meet again there.
Endless Love,
Luna
Neville grinned ear to ear. In just a week he would be seeing Luna again. Forgetting his grandmother, he started to waltz around the room, fluffy love thoughts filling his mind. Could this day get any better?
I had a lot of fun writing this one, even though it is most definitely not my favorite. Thanks for reading, please review if you can ;D