Luna stared at the box before her. It was a simple box, painted black with a gold trim.
Her gaze turned to the equally black key in her hands before she placed it into the key hole, and turned it.
The box was a treasure of hers and there wasn't a moment when she wasn't thinking of it. After all, her mother has given it to her the birthday before she died. At that time, Luna had turned a questioning gaze at the box, because it hadn't come with a key or anything so what was she supposed to do with it? Luna's mother merely smiled and said that someday, a very special person would come with the key and then she would find out what was in the box. And finally, the answer lay in her hands.
Luna tried to remember who gave her the key. And she recalled it was someone she had met recently; a nice boy named Rolf Scamander. He had nervously shoved the key at her and then ran away; for what, she didn't know.
Opening the box, she discovered it was empty.
And then she remembered her mother, who was a believer of fate and love, and Luna stood up calmly and drifted in the direction that Rolf had taken off to. She eventually found him next to a river, staring at his own reflection. He jerked up in surprise when she found him.
Seeing the now open box in her hand, he looked slightly relieved. "So, it fit then? I mean, I picked up the key when I was younger so when I saw that you had a box that looked similar, I thought that you might want it."
Luna merely nodded, and sat down. Rolf joined her after a moment's hesitation.
And when he nervously took her hand, she didn't move away.