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: I haven't gotten up from the computer since I finished chapter seven. I guess that since my writer's block has lifted, I'm just enjoying that, and writing as much as I can until I have to stop.
Author's Note: I know it's somewhat futile for me to keep asking for reviews, since there's no possible way that you could have reviewed chapters 7 & 8 while I'm writing this (they haven't been posted yet), but still, I have to ask. So review, please, if only to tell me that I can't write.
Author's Note: I still like to put multiple author's notes, yes, and I'm sorry if they bore you. But, again, thank you for reading what I've written. Now, let the story begin!
Ch. 9
Neville didn't think Fred would have time to reply so soon. So when he found an owl sitting in front of him at dinner Thursday night, he was startled. But he knew who it was from, and waited until he got to the common room to open it.
(Author's Note: Since no one helped me, I'm going to try again at writing this chapter. I have a feeling that this chapter may be slightly difficult to write, so I'm sorry if it shows in the quality of the work. Well, here goes nothing.)
It seemed to Neville that the letter had stated what was mostly common sense. Fred had told Neville to be around her more often, but not how to get over the strange, rather jumpy feeling he got when he was around Luna, nor did he say whether the jumpiness was a good thing or a bad thing.
Neville realized that he was probably better off without the letter; he would just keep thinking about what he was supposed to do when around Luna instead of just enjoying her company. He had half a mind to throw the letter into the fire; but, useful or not, Fred's words had assured him that he already knew what to do; the only problem was getting up the courage to act on his instincts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was Thursday, and Luna Lovegood was getting more and more nervous every day. The week was more than halfway gone already, and there were only two more days until she was to meet Neville at the lake. Luna had no idea how Ginny was planning on getting Neville to show up, but she had faith in her red-haired friend. Meanwhile, she had promised Ginny that she would be able to find someone to sit with her, too. She had no idea how she was going to arrange that, but she knew she had to.
As she sat at the Ravenclaw table Thursday night, absent-mindedly pushing her food around her plate, watching the comings and goings of assorted students across the hall, she had a brilliant idea. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she had heard something a few weeks ago; no one bothered to keep their voices down while around Luna. And that just might be the saving of her!
Author's Note: I haven't gotten up from the computer since I finished chapter seven. I guess that since my writer's block has lifted, I'm just enjoying that, and writing as much as I can until I have to stop.
Author's Note: I know it's somewhat futile for me to keep asking for reviews, since there's no possible way that you could have reviewed chapters 7 & 8 while I'm writing this (they haven't been posted yet), but still, I have to ask. So review, please, if only to tell me that I can't write.
Author's Note: I still like to put multiple author's notes, yes, and I'm sorry if they bore you. But, again, thank you for reading what I've written. Now, let the story begin!
Ch. 9
Neville didn't think Fred would have time to reply so soon. So when he found an owl sitting in front of him at dinner Thursday night, he was startled. But he knew who it was from, and waited until he got to the common room to open it.
(Author's Note: Since no one helped me, I'm going to try again at writing this chapter. I have a feeling that this chapter may be slightly difficult to write, so I'm sorry if it shows in the quality of the work. Well, here goes nothing.)
It seemed to Neville that the letter had stated what was mostly common sense. Fred had told Neville to be around her more often, but not how to get over the strange, rather jumpy feeling he got when he was around Luna, nor did he say whether the jumpiness was a good thing or a bad thing.
Neville realized that he was probably better off without the letter; he would just keep thinking about what he was supposed to do when around Luna instead of just enjoying her company. He had half a mind to throw the letter into the fire; but, useful or not, Fred's words had assured him that he already knew what to do; the only problem was getting up the courage to act on his instincts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was Thursday, and Luna Lovegood was getting more and more nervous every day. The week was more than halfway gone already, and there were only two more days until she was to meet Neville at the lake. Luna had no idea how Ginny was planning on getting Neville to show up, but she had faith in her red-haired friend. Meanwhile, she had promised Ginny that she would be able to find someone to sit with her, too. She had no idea how she was going to arrange that, but she knew she had to.
As she sat at the Ravenclaw table Thursday night, absent-mindedly pushing her food around her plate, watching the comings and goings of assorted students across the hall, she had a brilliant idea. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she had heard something a few weeks ago; no one bothered to keep their voices down while around Luna. And that just might be the saving of her!
