We love you JK, and these characters are all yours. Many thanks.
Neville slowly crept out from behind the portrait of The Fat Lady.
"Care to go a bit slower, dear?" she asked him sweetly. He turned around to look at her, but seeing the glare on the paintings face he quickly turned back…and nearly walked into Luna Lovegood.
"Oh, Neville! Fancy meeting you here."
"LUNA! I mean… hey. What's up?"
"Well I'm so glad I've run into you Neville. I have something for you!" Her bulbous grey eyes were shiny with excitement, and her hair was slightly mussed, as though she had been running or out in very strong winds.
"Really?" asked Neville, "Well, you didn't need to do that."
"No Neville… I wanted to," she said earnestly, "Here."
And she handed him a spiky object wrapped in electric blue wrapping paper. "Uh gee…thanks. I'll open it later," he said, as he took it from her outstretched hands.
"Oh no. You have to open it now," Luna said with a small coy smile.
"Um…oh…alright," Neville said rather ungraciously, pulling the paper off the small present. He looked up at Luna, who was staring at him in a most unnerving manner. While he looked, she twisted a lank, dirty blonde lock of hair around her pinky and winked. He looked back at the present, which he could now see was a plant.
He lifted his head to thank her, but found she was doing the creepy eyelash-fluttering thing again, so he just mumbled his thanks and prepared to run quite fast in the other direction. "Um…Neville…I was wondering…if you maybe wanted to come Squipoffler hunting with me later."
"I beg yours?" Neville asked, his voice ever so slightly choked.
"I have it on good authority that some were sighted just…"
"Uh…I'm really sorry Loony…I mean Luna…I think I just heard Harry call. See you around," and with that parting statement Neville ran off to dinner.
"Yes…around," Luna said with a vacant smile before wandering off in the opposite direction.
Later, sitting in the Great Hall during dinner, Neville hid behind Ron while the Ravenclaw students came in. Ron barely noticed, mainly because he was too occupied with watching a certain Transfiguration teacher at the staff table. Neville waited until they were all seated before venturing out from behind Ron. As he reached for the roast beef, there was the unmistakable sound of microphone feedback. Neville glanced up to the front of the Hall, and then froze, the serving fork falling from his now motionless hand. Standing on a stage, in front of a complete band, surrounded by slowly falling glitter was Luna, dressed in a fitted grey body suit. On closer inspection Neville could see that the suit was covered with small lumps that could have resembled boils. The huge hall was now silent, except for the occasional giggle. As Neville watched in anticipation, Luna lifted her hand and the band started to play a vaguely recognizable tune. Her grey eyes locked on Neville's and she lifted the microphone to her mouth.