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Dinner with Luna! OMG! RON! You idiot! Why did you agree...?

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"Good luck, man!" hissed Harry. Ron nodded and Harry walked in the opposite direction with a wink, leaving Ron in a deserted suburb in front of a teetering cottage that Luna seemed to have built herself. There were posters of strange creatures all over the fence, and as Ron drew closer it was apparent that radishes were hanging from her front door. Ron pushed open the creaky fence and took a deep breath.

The garden was filled with peculiar plants and there was what looked like a cross between a chicken and a horse neighing from a small paddock at one side. Trees enveloped the little flower garden which Luna had grown and meticulously labelled, while small animals seemed to scamper carelessly all over Luna's roots and herbs and strange vegetables.

Ron pushed open the door without ringing the bell or knocking because he didn't think she would mind anyway. He stepped in and called tentatively, "Luna?"

After about a moment's awkward silence, Luna stumbled over to the door. "Oh, sorry, Wrackspurt got me." She made flapping motions around her face. "Come in, then, dinner's nearly ready. You like my place, don't you? I made it all myself."

"Um...yeah, it's cool," mumbled Ron, feeling he wasn't lying.

"Sorry," said Luna, as Ron nearly stepped on a Bowtruckle. "Those Bowtruckles are supposed to keep away Rutwargles. I'm just making some pizza. Want some?"

Ron heaved a sigh of relief. "A pizza?"

"Yeah, a pizza."

For the next fifteen minutes he contented himself to wander around aimlessly. There were Crumple-Horned Snorkacks in the backyard, and they gave him a nasty burn on the leg, which Luna immediately put right with a bit of Gurdyroot juice. It stank, and whenever Ron put his Gurdyrooted leg near the Honking Daffodils, they honked loudly in an irritating way.

Luna also had a Mimbulus Mimbletonia, which was spurting Stinksap all over her Fanged Geraniums, and Bubotubers were found in a fenced-up corner which, judging by their condition, Luna did not like to visit. Chinese Chomping Cabbages could be found chomping up some mouldy eggplant mush. Ron frowned at some Plimpsies in Luna's pond and trudged his way through some swampy mud, glad that he was wearing his least favourite pair of jeans.

After a while Luna came swaggering clumsily out of the house and forced him inside into have some dinner. She brought out a decent-looking pizza and watched wistfully, her own slice untouched, as Ron plowed his way through the pizza.

"I wish you'd be less Mundane," she remarked.

"'Dane? 'Elicious!" cried Ron, mouth stuffed to exploding point.

Luna sighed. "Ron, Rutwargles-"

But Ron didn't seem very interested in Rutwargles-at least more than his chocolate pudding. He wolfed it down faster than his pizza and started gulping root beer. Luna stared at him with her eyes wide, half in disgust and shock.

After he had finished, he decided to wipe his mouth with the tablecloth.

"What're you staring at me for?" asked Ron.

"Have you heard of manners?" Luna asked. She was quite losing her airy feel and getting quite offended.

"Er...yeah."

"GET OUT!" screamed Luna, throwing a Gurdyroot at him. She ran off sobbing.

Ron shrugged.