DISCLAIMER: Nothing's mine, except the specific order in which these words are placed. The same goes for the rest of the chapters, too. The characters, places, etc, aren't mine, they all belong to other people (namely J.K. Rowling), so don't sue me, please!

Author's note: Sorry this is so small, but I couldn't think of a way to continue the conversation any further. I'll try to make it up in the next chapter, though.

Ch. 2

A Mini-Confession

So they talked. They stayed outside for hours, just sitting by the lake and talking. They really weren't saying much. Classes, weather, that kind of stuff, not anything that either of them really cared about. Finally, Neville asked the question he had been wanting to ask ever since he heard her in the library.

"Why were you crying?"

"Everything's missing. People refuse to talk to me. It doesn't normally bother me, but for some reason, I just felt like, I dunno, I can't handle it, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. At least people look twice at you. I could run naked, screaming, through the Great Hall in the middle of dinner, and nobody would notice."

"I would notice."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, I notice everything you do."

Neville got very nervous at that. Surely, Luna didn't…

"Now what's that supposed to-" Neville never got to finish his statement;

Luna was hurrying back towards the school, face buried in her hands.