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Author's Note: I despise the complete and utter fluff that is the first few chapters of the story, but at least the last part of chapter two gave some hint of surprise and maybe even a little excitement into their lives!
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Chapter III
Neville Longbottom could hardly believe that his grandmother had agreed to let him go. He had hoped that she would say yes, but he didn't really believe that she would. But, as she told him, "All children need freedom, and if you think you're old enough to handle the responsibility of living on your own, go ahead. You're always welcome here, though, you and your little girlfriend, too." Of course, she didn't know that he had invited Luna to come with him, but she didn't have to know. After all, she decided to give him the freedom of adulthood, and he accepted the responsibility of whatever might happen. But nothing would happen. He was certain of that. Nothing could happen. It was Neville and, whatever changes he might have undergone over the past year and a half, it was impossible for Neville to do anything that… drastic.
He managed to keep himself busy for the rest of the day, after he had sent the letter. Even if Luna didn't go, he was going. It was a kind of… rite of passage in his family, to learn responsibility and independence. He still had the reward money the Ministry of Magic had awarded him for assisting in the capture of the Death Eaters, so that was no problem. He had been planning it for weeks; he even had a job set up at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with Fred and George. So there was no way that he was going to change his mind and stay home.
By the time he had finished packing all his belongings, it was nearing dinnertime – he had taken extra care not to forget anything, as he usually did when he left home.
He was so nervous, he could barely eat. Tomorrow, he wouldn't live here anymore. Tomorrow, he would be on his own. Except maybe for Luna. He didn't want to wait until dawn to get his post.
As it turned out, he didn't. At dusk, while he was eating dinner, another bird had arrived in Neville's now-empty bedroom. Apparently, Luna couldn't wait, either.