A few weeks later...
As Luna fiddled with the net once again, she saw a reflection in the pond; Rolf. He sat next to her, a pencil and notebook in his hand.
"I'm sorry I ran off like that," he said suddenly. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
She turned to him. "You didn't hurt my feelings. I thought you had to go somewhere, that's all."
"Yeah, I didn't. See, I don't talk to strangers that much, but I guess I told you too much information, eh?"
"No, actually, you're very simple. It's nice sometimes."
"Really?"
"Um- hum."
"Well, um, why don't we, uh, maybe grab a butterbeer and chat a while?"
"That would be nice, thanks. And, your name is... Rolf?"
"Yeah, that's my name. And you are... Luna?"
"Yep."
"Let's clean up. We don't want to be late."
"Of course not."