Written for Christy.
15. Neville and Luna
Neville had his arm linked with Ginny Weasley, walking down the staircase to the Yule Ball. Beside them was Luna walking with a boy from Beauxbatons. A pang of jealousy coursed through Neville's veins.
The truth was, he had asked Luna to go to the ball with him. The Beauxbatons boy had beaten him to it, so he had asked Ginny instead.
To Neville, Luna looked beautiful. Yes, her dress wasn't exactly what everyone would wear, but Neville thought she looked amazing. Once they had entered the Great Hall, they found their own table and sat waiting to eat.
Luna was gazing up at the ceiling, seeing creatures amongst the falling snow that no one else could. As the food appeared on the tables, she spoke airily to the Beauxbatons boy who was starting to look increasingly uncomfortable.
"Neville, would you like to dance?" she smiled loftily to the boy across the table.
He smiled back in agreement and clumsily swept the blonde to the dance floor.