Hello again, I'm back with Chapter 4! See, I'm not MIA (Missing in Action)! I have completed Chapter 6 and am working on Chapter 7. Enjoy the next chapter of "Finding Snorkaks" starting…NOW!!

4-Very Funny

Luna and Neville talked until the sun illuminated the hills and brightened the sky.

Luna had the hard job: Telling Rolf that the wedding was off, and hoping he didn't take it too badly.

She Apparated to the Scamander manor. Tight in her hand was the ring Rolf had given her. See, she told herself, you're not horrible. You're being nice. You're giving him his pretty ring back. Something had to equalize there, right?

She was so nervous she almost left. But then she thought of Neville, and sadly realized she'd be breaking a heart either way.

Rolf was in the library. He was sitting at a round table, studying some ancient textbook on dragons or something. His favorite pastime.

She sounded so sour when she thought of it that way. She had no right to be sour. But Rolf did. He would, at least, once their conversation was through.

Each step took an eternity. The long walk to Rolf's table was like a march to death row. Luna didn't like to make people unhappy, but today she had to.

He looked up, his serious face betraying no emotion. No surprise at her unplanned visit, yet no gladness of it either.

Compared to Neville, Rolf was a marble statue, silent and unapproachable.

She sat across from him. The hand which clutched the ring rested on the table.

"Good morning, Luna. This is…unexpected," he began.

"Yes, I know. But I have to talk to you, it's very important." Six days, six days, six days, Luna thought to herself. Six days was plenty of time. Six days allowed for food to go undelivered, for letters recalling invitations to get around.

Luna opened and closed her mouth several times. The right words refused to form and make themselves known. Unable to phrase everything properly, she merely laid the ring on the table and pushed it towards him.

There was a long moment of silence. Rolf stared at it, and then at her, and asked, "It doesn't fit?"

She breathed in deeply. "It fits fine. I just…don't…want it anymore."

"Are you breaking off our engagement, Luna?"

She nodded. And he chuckled.

"Very funny, Luna. April 1st, April Fool's day. Now I know why you wanted an April wedding!" Rolf though it was a joke, a prank. He was laughing.

"Rolf, it's not a joke. I'm serious. Really."

"You're quite dedicated, my dear. Very funny. I'll be telling that story for years." He refused to listen. And she had thought him a smart man.

She huffed out a good-bye and left the ring and her still snickering ex-fiancée.

To Luna it was over. She wasn't wearing the ring. She had told him it was over. It was his problem if he refused to listen.

"His problem!" she shouted to no one in particular as she went over hills to her curiously-shaped house.

Neville was waiting for her at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea.

"How'd he take it?" Neville asked immediately.

Angrily, Luna said, "He thought it was a joke! An April Fool's day joke! He didn't take it seriously at all."

"Maybe he just didn't want to take it seriously. I mean, six days from the wedding, hearing you say it's over between you? I would use any excuse I had."

She stared at him and smiled. "I guess so. Maybe he'll know it's not a joke when I don't show up."

"Tea?" he asked, gesturing to the table. She nodded and they sat down.

She took a sip. It was very sweet, just how she liked it.

"So you're definitely not marrying Rolf? You're not even showing up?"

Luna shook her head. "It's over between me and Rolf. I told him. I gave him the ring. Game over." She took another sip.

"What if he comes looking for you? Where will you go?"

"Anyplace with you," she said, grinning.

"So then where will we go?"

"I don't know. On the run, like Harry, Ron, and Hermione did years ago. Hide in forests. Sleep under the stars."

"Romantic."

"Shut up," she said playfully.

He finished his tea and laid the cup on the bright red table.

Neville said, "Could we ever come back? I like it here."

"Maybe after a few months, when they've searched thoroughly and think we won't come back."

"Good. It's a pretty house. Did you paint the flowers on the wall over there?"

She laughed. "Oh, yes, I remember that day. It was ages ago. I was seven. Mum was still alive. We were all covered in bright paint. All our clothes were ruined. I had to get dried paint cut out of my hair!" Fond memories of that rainy day spent brightening the house flooded back to her.

She took another sip of tea.

"Drink up," Neville urged, "Tea's good for troubled times."

"Troubled times? What do we know about troubled times?" Luna giggled. She finished it, and something that wasn't tea bumped her lip.

"Neville, you dropped something in here," she said exasperatedly. She pulled it out. It was a beautiful silver ring studded by shining, gray opals.

"They're the color of your eyes," Neville murmured.

"Ohh, it's beautiful. But why…"her eyes lit up. "Really?!"

"Luna, will you marry me?"

*Fangirl squeal* Squeeeee! See, this is why I like writing fanfic! So another cliffhanger, bwahahaha. Midterms are almost over, so I'm going to be working. Keep reading and reviewing!

M-T-N