CHAPTER 4! FINALLY! I was too lazy to type it, and Jenna's a good typer! Thank you, thank you. bow.

Don't own it.

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Luna was hurtling down the hall, and stopped so suddenly that she fell over. Into a pot. Of chocolate. With strawberries. That were actually vanilla. With caramel. Luna gleefully exclaimed, "BOO YAH!" and began shoveling everything inside of her mouth.

Neville found his wife in their room, asleep. Her belly was about 3 inches bigger. Her mouth, chin, cheeks, and hands were chocolate-strawberryvanilla-caramel covered. Her eyes suddenly snapped open. She began to run around, singing:

When there's trouble you know who to call…

TEEN TITANS

From their tower they can see it all…

TEEN TITANS

When there's evil on the attack

You can rest knowing they're at your back

Cause when the world needs heroes on patrol…

TEEN TITANS, GO!

With their superpowers they unite…

TEEN TITANS

Never met a villain that they liked…

TEEN TITANS

They've got the bad guys on the run

They never stop till the job is done

Cause when the world is losing all control

TEEN TITANS

T-E-E-N-T-I-T-A-N-S, TEEN TITANS, LET'S GO!

1, 2, 3, 4! GO! TEEN TITANS!

over andover and over and over and over again. Neville, freaked out, scared, and VERY confused, backed slowly out of the room.

Luna, after about 5 hours, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Professor McGonagall was looking at her noted with some very confused thoughts in the frontal lobe of her brain. Unknown to her, all of Luna's other teachers (except Snape, of course) were thinking about the same thing: Luna's report card. She can't come to class, but I can't just FAIL her…They all sighed simultaneously, wishing that they had less empathy. Why couldn't they just giver her spiky 'F's like Snape did?

Neville was having 'Luna' problems as well.

First, she insisted that he get her chocolate covered mango leaves, then exploded because he didn't bring her apples from Spain, then collapsed on the bed and started crying. 5 seconds later, she sat up, smiled, and sang, "Twinkle twinkle little star…"

Neville was exhausted.

"Luna…" he said tentatively, "Maybe you should go talk to Winky…" He named the depressed alcoholic House Elf.

"WINKY!!!" she exploded! "DO YOU THINK I NEED HELP OR SOMETHING?"

"Ummmmm…" Well yeah! DUH!

"Oh, you poor boy!" Mrs. Longbottom exclaimed, concerned. "I'm going to go get you some ice cream with pickles! It's an old home remedy." She skipped out of the room.

Neville climbed out of the window onto the slanted roof of the tower. HELP! he thought.

Thank you, Jenna. I really appreciate this. You're welcome!