Days past, and no contact was made with Neville. Once, while they were sitting 3 chairs away from eachother in the Great Hall, he attempted to apoligize again, but she just ignored him and asked Penelope to scoot over a little so she couldn't see him anymore. Neville was devastated, but couldn't deny that he deserved it. He just hoped it wouldn't go on forever, and secretly, Luna did to. She loved Neville, as a friend, that is, and hoped they could remain as friends without things suddenly being very awkward. It was boring Friday night, grading the week's homework, when she heard a knock at the door.
"Oh, good. It's just you." She breathed a sigh of relief when she relized it was just Penelope Clearwater.
"Just me? Who's after you now?" She questioned humorously as she put a bag of flobberworms onto the table. They wriggled around in the packaging and tried to scoot off the table. Penelope brought her fist down hard on it.
"Hope them Fwooper's like there worms crushed." She muttered as she slumped into a chair. Penelope was bold and stubbern, but she was a good friend, and Luna liked her.
"Thanks for getting them for me."
Penelope rolled her eyes.
"Honestly Luna, you need to face the man. It took me two seconds to sneak in and dig 'em up. You really couldn't do that?"
Luna nodded no and sat on the couch next to her, cuddling with a fluffy pink pillow.
"I don't think so. Oh, Penelope- I miss him! I just didn't want to get hurt by him again, and now I did. I hate him!" she said through suddenly gritted teeth. Penelope stared at her expectedly.
"Fine! I love him!"
Penelope finally looked satisfied and got up to go put the kettle on.
"Oh my gosh what am I doing." She muttered to herself, her hands now covering her crying eyes.
"Honestly Luna, you need to be on a mood swing potion, or get a firewhiskey or something." She told her.
Luna totally agreed. She hated Neville, but she also loved him. She loved his lips and his personality and they had always been friends- but she was with Rolf and had two beautiful children with him, and she loved him so much- not as much, she had just relized, as Neville but she didn't hate him, and he had never made her sad like Neville did. She got up all her courage and asked Penelope a favor.
"Take me to the bar. I want to get so drunk, I won't even remember who I am." she requested. Penelope took her to the Three Broomsticks, except she promised herself that she would keep a good watch on her and make sure Luna at least remembered her name when the night was done.