Oh, dude…Word 2010 is SOOOOO different from my 2003… Anyways, I have to use my bro's comp for this. :/ He has his keyboard off like an inch, so I have to look down at the freakin pad. XC

Oh-Ok, nevermind. XD Now I'm on my sister's. LOL mine's JACKED UP. So, uh, I'm starting chapter number 4 on here. XD

Now, everyone thank my AMAZING siblings for their selfishness! :3 LOL I love them so much! 3

Mmk, so anyways, this one is about Frank and Neville at the store for some…Luna necessities. w hahaha

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[Frank is 10 years old here! :3]

Frank walked down the aisles with his father, holding on tightly to the elder man's pant leg. He hated being in stores. They were the worst possible places to be. Too many strangers were there, making him feel uncomfortable. He may have had someone there with him, but he was too shy to ever ask someone where something was. He always had to whisper it to his father and let him tell the employee. Anyways, they made their way to the correct aisle and Frank got a confused look on his face.

"What's that?" he queried silently, pointing to the small, purple and white box in Neville's hands.

"Oh, this?" he asked back, gaining a blush he had successfully passed onto his child. "This is a box for, uh…they're, they're just…"

Frank waited patiently for his father to finish. Why wouldn't he go on? Was it something bad? His father wouldn't do something illegal. Never! He would never do that! Would he, though? These questions swarmed around in his head, answering themselves with random opinions. He kept staring at his father as he loaded about four more boxes into the basket. He was still trying to explain what they were for without making himself blush.

"Well…" he finally began with a sigh, "your mom has some…blood issues…in a way."

Frank's eyes bugged out of his head as he asked, "Will she be ok?"

"Yes, she will," Neville stated as he nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with his son the entire time. "It's just…something that will happen for a few more years."

"What'll make her feel better, Dad?" Frank inquired, now moving his hands up to Neville's arm to hug it.

"Just these…" he began to list random things off, "and being quiet, staying away from food marked as hers, getting out of the bathroom when she needs it, letting her take the first shower, giving her a lot of hugs, being happy, telling her she's pretty, letting her nap…easy stuff to remember."

The youngest Longbottom gained a funny look and asked silently, "Could you please make me a list?"

Neville laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Sure, Frankie," he smiled.

They walked to the cash register, Neville sighing sadly every time someone finished checking out and each time a new person joined the line. Frank looked up at the ceiling, thinking to himself. What on earth was so bad about buying something to help his mother? His dad loved her, so what was embarrassing about buying something to keep her healthy? He looked up and saw his father get even redder. The youngest boy sighed and rolled his eyes. He would never get the way love worked with his gender.

"Dad," he whispered almost inaudibly.

"Yes?" Neville whispered back.

"What's wrong with buying something to keep Mom happy and healthy?" Frank inquired softly.

The more his father thought about this, the more he understood and the less embarrassment hung over his head. He finally smiled and ruffled his son's hair, telling him he was no long afraid of humiliation. Frank chuckled softly and looked up at his father before watching the last customer before them leave. Neville sighed, still a bit uncomfortable with the situation. However, he was happy to do it to keep Luna healthy. And, for the one and only time in his life, he sort of wished his son was a girl. Of course, that was never going to happen. He loved his son very much, but he would like him to start buying the feminine items.

"Next," the cashier called.

Neville looked up to a woman, about twenty years old. He sighed in relief quietly as he put the basket of tampon boxes on the counter. The woman picked up a box and smiled at Neville and Frank. Her smile grew, seeing his nervous look.

"How sweet," she giggled quietly and scanned everything off.

Frank grinned even wider and looked behind his father. No one was laughing or smirking or anything. They were just bored, waiting for their own turn. After everything had been checked out, the cashier bagged the boxes up and the two Longbottoms were off for home.

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Once they got to the house, Neville opened the aperture and Frank raced behind him. With the few things his father had listed about Luna in her present state, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she wasn't in one of her amazingly calm moods; therefore, he didn't want to make his mother too angry. He figured one of the safest places to be was behind his father. Neville sniggered at the sight, pulling him next to his side.

"She's not a monster, Frankie," he whispered almost inaudibly. "She's your normal mom. She'll just be a bit off for a few days."

Frank looked up at his father quietly. His eyes flickered, showing his utter confusion. He looked back and forth between his father, the ceiling, and the doorway to the living room. He was right, though. Neville was right; Luna wasn't a monster. He always knew there was at least one time a month that she'd flip out about something. Once when he was seven, she flipped out because there wasn't enough peanut butter in the house.

She was all calm and happy, skipping like she normally would into the kitchen. Hermione had dropped off some new muggle food for them to try out a few months ago, and Luna had grown a love for peanut butter on a spoon. Frank watched her skip right in, a smile on her blissful face. But then she reached the cabinet and everything went downhill. She found the jar; however, there was barely anything in it. Luna growled fiercely and slammed the jar on the counter. Frank bounced at the thud and looked in her direction. She had a random tantrum and literally scared the pee out of her son.

He remembered Neville having to race in and calm her down. She suddenly gained a smile on her face when he offered to clean the jar out and put as much on a spoon as she wanted. She beamed so brightly, the room lit up. She stood on her tip-toes, kissed her husband on the cheek and giggled out, "Thanks, love!" before skipping out of the room. Neville looked over at Frank with a sheepish smile. His son was completely and utterly baffled. Now he wasn't so baffled, but it wouldn't hurt to know exactly what caused the blood in the first place.

"Alright," Frank finally breathed out.

Neville smiled happily and grabbed his son by the hand. They walked into the living room with the bag. Neville walked up to her, putting the bag in front of her face. Luna beamed, jumped up and took the bag thankfully, giving each one of them a kiss on the forehead. She raced into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving a relieved Neville and a scared, yet still somewhat baffled Frank. The eldest one looked at his son, to which he looked back.

"Well," his father began, pulling up a piece of paper and a pen, "I suppose I should start on your list, right?"

"Sure," Frank nodded, "that'll help me tons. Honestly, I barely have a clue what's going on."

=A/N=

LOL that one was for plain amusement and a result of a bit of writer's block. XD

Anyways, I hoped you liked it! :) It'll be the last one until Best Buy can fix my laptop. XP

But still, I wanted something cute and funny for a moment. Hahaha, I've always wondered what Luna would be like during her time. ;p

Mmk, PLEASE REVIEW and I'll be trying to fix my laptop. :D

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And Hogwarts days should be up soon! XD