Neville
"Neville? Neville! Neville dear wake up, you've fallen asleep on the table." Grandma said. And so I had, but whose fault was it? Great Uncle Algie, he is the most boring old man! He started going on about his favorite pair of polka dotted boxers, maybe there are some Jippering Purple Lymn Beetles around here somewhere, you know the ones that make you chatter on and on and.... Merlin help me I'm starting to sound like Luna! Don't get me wrong, I love her but come on, who actually believes in that stuff? Well we did see that Crumple-horned Snorkack but...
"Ah, right well, I was uh... doing my... Christmas homework all last night and I'm rather tired you know" I said, poking my fork into my squirrel-eye pudding and retching slightly.
"Ok then, Algie what were you saying dear?"
"Oh, right I remember the night Dumbledore went to duel Grindelwald in '45..."
Blah blah blah yakkity yakitty yak. I nearly wish I was back at Hogwarts.
Luna
"Oh, Griphook I think you look dashing!" I cried as the Goblin ripped off the festive hat that the house-elf brought. I thought that was nice, I picked the hat up and put it on my own head and tried to be cheerful for the sake of my companions. I wish I was back at Hogwarts!
Neville
I looked out the train window, watching the trees go by as I had done ever since it started moving three hours ago. It was a good thing I didn't get motion sickness. The Christmas holidays were over. I had been glad to get away from my chatterbox of a grandmother. And since I had thought about Luna more than was actually possible, I thought of my parents. I wondered if they would be proud of me if they could see me now. I seriously doubted it. I let my mind go blank and stared at the houses zipping past as the train picked up speed.
I unstuck my cheek from the windowpane. I must have fallen asleep. The train had come to a screeching halt, which was what had woke me up. We were back at Hogwarts. I got up and stepped outside. It was a warm, clear night.
We got into the boats and started across the lake. It was cold out on the water, and the soft, flickering golden firelight coming from the windows of the castle looked inviting. I followed Ginny up and through the doors as soon as we landed.
Luna
I sighed and looked out at the moon (well the imitation of the moon; Uncle Ollivander and I had put a spell on the wall like the one on the ceiling of the Great Hall.) I checked my watch. It was eleven at night. Neville and Ginny had been on the train for twelve hours. I wished I was with them.
"Mr. Ollivander, I'm so cold," whined Griphook.
"Well what do you expect me to do about it? They took away our wands as soon as they discovered the fake window. It's a good thing they couldn't take it down," said Uncle waspishly.
I turned back. It was going to be another long night.