Neville Longbottom has always been a particular nervous boy. He was shy around most people, especially girls. So it was a first that he was meeting with one on a date.
He'd chosen a muggle café near King's Cross he used to visit with his grandma every year before he'd board the Hogwarts Express as well as when he came back for summer holidays. It was an ice cream parlor and the familiar surroundings made him feel more secure.
After checking his tie and shirt buttons for the millionth time, he finally saw her arrive in the distance. He'd already feared she wouldn't turn up.
Being her usual self, Luna Lovegood wore eccentric clothes: a long skirt made of thick fabric with neon tights and trainers, as well as a shirt with a deep neckline. She wore pepper radish ear rings.
"Hello," she smiled sitting down opposite Neville.
"Hi," he croaked, nervous. "It's… nice that you could come…"
She smiled encouragingly. "It's nice that you invited me."
A waiter came, threw her a strange look and then took their orders.
Neville started scrunching his serviette up and then flattening it. He didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Luna took over the talking.
Their ice creams came and Luna, who had ordered a large strawberry bowl, started to thoughtfully pick out the fruit pieces before eating the actual pink ice cream.
"Why?" she asked. "Why did you ask me here?"
Neville swallowed. Now or never.
"Well, I," he started. "I… I have something to say to you." She looked up at him and he started to sweat. "I… erm… I…"
She smiled. "You can tell me."
He nodded. "I… I love you."
Luna's face fell. "Oh Neville," she sighed. "Oh… If I had known… I already have a boyfriend, Neville. In fact, I am engaged. Oh, Neville…"