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Chapter 3
Luna had one of the best mornings she'd had in a very long while when she saw Teddy Lupin running out of the great hall with a smoking letter held at arms length, his hair gone bright blonde and spiky in shock and his eyes permanently wide with heavy, arching eyebrows. She, along with the rest of the school, could hear his grandmother Andromeda's voice booming thunderously from the smoking red envelope. Luna laughed along with the rest of the hall, not out of malice, but out of satisfaction that her letter to Teddy's grandmother had had exactly the effect she desired. She didn't think Teddy Lupin would make trouble in any of her classes. And, add everything together on top of the fact that it was finally Saturday and that the first week of term was over at last, things were looking to be pretty good. Luna was thinking of heading into London and possibly visiting some people in London. In a flash, her thoughts turned to Rolf Scamander. It was odd, her head seemed to be doing that to her plenty lately. In odd flashes, it pulled her thoughts to Rolf and his dark eyes. She shrugged. It was odd, but discerning the strangeness of her human brain wasn't her job. Luna got out of her chair in the great hall and headed away from the staff table. Then, startled, Luna retraced her steps. Neville was sitting, apparently despondent, his food untouched in front of him. His eyes were rimmed with red and his clothes rumpled, as he had slept in them. It was odd, Luna thought, because Hannah would never let Neville go to work looking as if he had just rolled out of bed. Wait a moment. What was Neville doing here? He spent weekends in London, she knew that. That in itself was enough to make Luna head up to him and tap him on the shoulder. "Neville?" She asked. He turned to look at her. Luna hadn't been mistaken. He had bee crying. Bawling away, by the looks of it. "Neville, is their something wrong?" He looked so out of it that Luna didn't even have a guess. Normally, she would have thought that one of the violent plants that Neville loved more than almost anything died. He really did love his plants more than anything, anything except… Something shifted in her brain. Pieces and gears snapped together and Luna could have slapped herself for not realizing it sooner. "Neville? Neville, is it Hannah?" Neville just nodded his red-rimmed, tear-stained face. Luna caught a whiff of old dragon dung. Had Neville even showered since yesterday? Now they were starting to attract the attention of the students. First years were pointing and staring as older students leant together and whispered. Were Professor Lovegood and Professor Longbottom going out again? Luna could almost hear the rush through the hall, but she didn't care. She would always be Neville's friend, and friends were there for friends, right? And Neville had been one of the best friends she'd ever had. It wasn't awkward at all as she patted him on the back and helped him up out his chair, leading him out of the great hall
"Neville, what happened? What's wrong?" Luna had taken him strait out to the herbology patch. She knew it would easiest to get him to talk where he was the most comfortable, and talking to someone was the first step to getting over someone. Luna would know. Neville just sniffed and shook his head. "Is it Hannah?" Neville nodded. Luna honestly didn't know what to say. She knew that she could be glad that he was hurting like this, as repayment for the way that he had hurt her. But Luna wasn't like that. She wouldn't be glad of someone else's pain just for revenge. Luna always hated people like that; it just wasn't who she was. Neville whimpered. "She- she told me it's over. She told me… we need to take a break. But she didn't say how long, so I can only think… think she meant for-forever." Neville stuttered out. His thoughts were whirling. He should've gotten her while was still there, kept her. Put a ring on it, maybe. He should've gotten her before she'd gone. Luna nodded. Hannah wouldn't have wanted Neville to hurt, but she wouldn't know how to let him down easy. "That's all right, Neville. Don't worry, everything will work out, you'll see." Neville nodded. Luna wondered if he was thinking how she knew about that. She wondered if he was thinking about their breakup. A little piece of Luna wondered whether Neville had hurt like this over losing her. Probably not. "Well" Neville said, a little less tear-ridden now "At least I have an excuse not to go back to the Leaky Cauldron. Their drinks are terrible." Luna laughed, and it wasn't even forced. And that laughed cheered Neville up quite a lot, and he remembered he wasn't the only person in the world. And neither was Hannah. As Luna got up and made her excuses to go, he saw her as he hadn't seen her in more than a year. As a friend. Or maybe more.
Luna saw Neville's look. The one in his eyes. She couldn't decode it entirely, but it was there. It made her a little uncomfortable. She didn't love Neville anymore. She might have, once, but she had gotten over him and found it doubtful that she could ever fall for him again. But she did hope that Neville got Hannah back one day. As Luna meandered through the halls in no basic order whatsoever, she soon found herself up at the owlery, looking down on the grounds. The owlery didn't smell too good. There were droppings strewn all over the floor, mixed with loose straw and odd owl nuts. The windows were tall and wide open to the elements. Today, although the sun was shining fiercely for september, a vicious wind had sprung up after she had left Neville outside, it whipped her hair around her face, spinning it into a snowy blizzard around her face. As she stared out towards the lake, a brown speck caught her eye. It fluttered closer and closer until she could discern the elegant, glossy brown feathers of Marcel. Ginny had sent Marcel back, but why? Luna clapped her hand to her mouth and jumped with excitement. She knew what the letter would hold. As Marcel fluttered in, he swooped to rest on one of the perches, nudging two of the school owls out of the way. The message, which was just a loose scrap of parchment, fluttered down to rest on the blistery breeze that tore through the owlery and landed softly on Luna's head. Squeaking with excitement, she snatched it up and read it. There two lines on the paper, written in Ginny's neat, small handwriting. "Audrey's had the baby! it's a girl! In St. Mugo's till Sunday, hope you can come see." Luna felt her face break into a broad grin and raced down out of the owlery, heading for her office in the Charms Department.
Luna ran into Professor McGonagal heading back down to the entrance hall. "Now where are you going in such a hurry?" She asked curiously. "My friend Audrey's had a baby!" Luna spewed happily. "I'm heading to St. Mugo's to see her!" McGonagal thought for a moment. "Isn't she Percy's wife?" Luna nodded breathlessly. "Safe travels to you, then." Luna could've laughed, but didn't. St. Mungo's was a walk out of the grounds away. Luna set off out of the great front doors and through the grounds, wrapping a copper and blue scarf around her neck as she went, trying to keep the warm robes that she had grabbed from her office from swinging around her too wildly. Once she left the gates of the castle far enough behind to make sure she was out of the no-apparition charm, Luna turned quickly on the spot, focusing her thoughts. St. Mungo's, St. Mungo's, St. Mugo's…
Luna popped into existence in the St. Mungo's waiting room. Ginny was waiting for her there, accompanied by Lily and Albus. They both saw her Apparate and were sprinting towards her before she could get her balance. "Auntie Looney, Auntie Looney!" They yelped excitedly. Luna bent down and gave them each big bear hugs. She let go of them and stood up, their eyes shining. "I have something for you. Can you guess what it is?" "Chocolate Frogs?" Lily blurted out before thinking. "Licorice wands?" Luna grinned "Yep" She reached into the large handbag that she had remembered to grab before leaving. It was the one she made sure was always inevitably stocked with candies and snacks of all sorts. The bag, which was magically expanded, was practically an entire candy store. She rifled through it, making faces as if she had just grabbed hold of something unpleasant, to the general amusement of the two of them. After a good twenty seconds of digging, Luna's hand reappeared with a handful of liquorice wands and chocolate frogs. Lily and Albus both snapped up their favourite snacks and tore into them with a chorus of "Thanks Auntie Looney" And "Thank you Aunties" That made Luna grin. Why couldn't anyone at school be that polite, huh? Luna headed over to where Ginny was sitting with their back to them, looking over her shoulder. With a huff, she sat down in the ugly plastic seat beside her, tucking in her legs to allow a man with two teapot spouts for ears past. He shuffled carefully because apparently, when he leant too far to one side, copious amounts of scalding hot tea flooded out of his 'ears'. Ginny gave Luna a friendly hug. "I'm so glad you could come, Audrey, Percy and everyone else are upstairs." Ginny beckoned at the two kids, now having a friendly liquorice wand-sword fight. "Come on, you two. Let's go visit your brand new little cousin."
At their floor, they took a left past a window that opened onto, strangely, a beautiful golden field. The next window they past was a seascape. The next was a gorgeous silvery forest. Luna had seen this floor of St. Mungo's before. The window's were enchanted, like the ministry's, to a different scenery every day. "Just through here, Luna." Ginny gently knocked on a closed wooden door, beside which hung an ornately framed picture. The picture was of a smiling young witch with brown hair done in ornate curls and sparkling purple lips. She was holding a piece of long parchment that hung down below the frame and a overlong, elaborate snowy white quill that curled under her chin. The witch waved as they past, smiling benevolently. The bronze plaque underneath it read "Alisandra DeVout, inventor of the Boliatus Serum curing children born with Polisonsons, normally fatal within hours of birth." The witch smiled and sucked the end of her quill, leaving the feathery end soggy and drooping. "Come in?" A man's voice said from behind the door. Ginny pushed it open softly. In the very first bed, underneath a window that showed a gorgeous view of a golden pinewood forest, Audrey lay in the bed, covered by hospital sheets and a large, handmade quilt. In her arms she held a tiny, pink faced baby. she wasn't wailing or crying, just sleeping peacefully. Audrey looked at her with such an expression of joy that Luna felt her heart leap for her friend. Harry and James stood near the foot of the bed while Molly and Arthur Weasley stood on Audrey's right hand side. The man who had just let them in was Percy, looking rumpled and slightly nervous but wore an expression perfectly similar to Audrey's. "Luna!" cried Audrey, noticing her for the first time. "I'm so glad you could come!" Luna grinned and hurried to hug Audrey, the new child between the two of them. "I wish my parents could be here." She sniffled a bit. Luna didn't need clarification. She knew that Audrey's parents had died as Voldemort rose to power, fourteen years ago. "It's all right." Molly patted her on the back. "We'll be your parents now." Audrey smiled. "I would say that I don't need parents… but I do. Everybody does." Percy came and sat at the foot of the bed, grasping Audrey's hand in his. "What's her name?" Lily piped up, curious. Everybody glanced around. They hadn't realized that the girl needed a name. Audrey laughed out loud at this overlooking, but Percy's face was more serious. "Oh, I know what I want to call her." She put her mouth to Percy's ear and they had a quick, whispered conversation as everyone in the room leant towards them out of habit. When they pulled apart, Percy was glowing. "I think" He began "That we'll call her Molly. That's if you don't mind, of course." Molly's mouth had dropped open out of shock. Tears leaked out of her eyes. Arthur hugged his wife. "Molly. I agree with you completely! A beautiful name for two beautiful girls." Arthur pecked her lightly on the check. Molly seemed to realize what she meant. Crying, she hugged Audrey and held her tightly. Feeling like she was intruding on a private, family moment, Luna piped up quickly. "I think I'm going to get some tea. Would anybody else like anything?" Only Arthur replied "Just a coffee, please." Luna nodded and slipped away. "Oh, Luna, can you nip down to the waiting room to see if Ron and Hermione have arrived yet? I sent them an owl this morning, but they haven't replied." Luna nodded at Harry's request and slipped out of the door, past the portrait of the curly-haired witch and up towards the tea shop.
Holding a cup of tea in her hand (they had run out of coffee) Luna headed down to the entrance where she saw, to her great surprise, a rather familiar face. Ron and Hermione had not yet arrived, but someone else had. "Rolf!" she squeaked, before she could stop herself. He glanced over at her and smiled. "Hello, Luna." She smiled. His voice was nice, really. His accent was too light to be distinguished normally, but Luna could here it perfectly. She wondered why. "It has been too long, really." Luna smiled. "I only met you once, and it's only been a week." He grinned, half-awkwardly. "But I didn't get to know you very well." Luna nodded "Considering our conversation lasted a little over thirty seconds, I'd be surprised if you did." Her voice didn't sound at all cold, but merry and light. Rolf chuckled lightly. "I'm glad I ran into you again, Luna. You seem very nice." Luna blinked. She was described as odd, intellectual, strange or just outright weird, but never 'nice' It was a very, well, nice change.
"Why are you here, Luna?" He asked conversationally. "Oh" She said, surprised at the sudden change of topic "Well, a friend of mine just had a baby. Her name's Audrey, have you met her?" Rolf shook his head. "I can't say I have." He said. "And what are you doing here? You don't to be here for the hospital's services." Her eyes strayed to a wizard with large, spiky orange quills poking out from every inch of his body and a red, tomato-size proturbance for his nose. Rolf followed her line of sight and chuckled again. "No, ah, actually, I was looking for work. I've always wanted to be a Healer, you see." Luna's eyebrows pushed upwards of their own accord "I didn't know that" Rolf laughed and used her own line against her "No, considering our only conversation lasted thirty seconds I'd be surprised if you did." Luna smiled. "You know, Healers were rumoured to be involved in the Artlebug plot" "What?" Luna could've slapped herself. "Sorry. It's just… nevermind." Rolf chuckled again. "So, have you got a job?" Rolf shook his head "Not yet. I talked with one of the Head Healers and they said they'd put my name down, but I've never been extremely good in Charms. I only got an E in my NEWTs" Luna nodded. "That's too bad. I hope you get it, though." There was an awkward pause in the conversation. For some reason, Luna didn't want to say goodbye. "Hey, Rolf, would you like to go up and meet baby Molly with me? I'm sure no one would mind." Rolf nodded acceptably. Luna, wondering what she'd just done, headed back towards the lift. On the other hand, Rolf seemed just too happy to follow her.
Ginny cradled the beautiful little baby in her sleeved arms. Molly already had a shock of red hair that curled just over her pale eyebrows. Her squinty eyes were a sweet blue, just like all baby's. But as Ginny watched, something went wrong with the baby's complexion. It was going darker than it should be, turning slowly into a terrifying shade of puce. Ginny, panicking, realized that the child wasn't breathing. She was taking rasping, rattling breaths, but her chest wasn't rising or falling. Her face was turning purple now, her eyes starting to bulge. Ginny shrieked. "Somebody, run, find a healer!" Arthur shouted as the adults crowded around Ginny, who was holding the struggling Molly. James, his eyes wide, sprinted out of the door.
Luna led Rolf up past the enchanted windows, both of them talking animatedly along the way. As it turned out, Rolf had seen a Crumple-Horned Snorkack with his very own eyes. Even though Luna had given up searching for them, she still knew that they were perfectly real. He had even taken pictures! Luna's father would be proud. They were nearing the portrait of the curly-haired, white-quilled witch when they saw James sprinting up to them. "Auntie Looney, something's wrong with Molly! She's not breathing! I need to find a Healer, somewhere!" Luna felt a tide of panic rising inside her. James dashed off behind her, running after a collection of huddled blue-robed healers far down the hall. When she looked up at Rolf, expecting to find her own fear mirrored there, she only saw a hard determination. "Where are they?" Luna turned, thinking that Rolf had wanted to be a Healer. He must know something, something that could help save the baby. They raced down the hall, Rolf digging into the pockets of his oversized jacket, muttering. They passed the witch in the portrait again, who looked at them and said "Better hurry, the girl won't make it it you don't." Far from cheering Luna up, which she doubted they were meant to do, these just terrified her. The huddle of people around Audreys bed that had been so happy when Luna had left, laughing and smiling, now had the grim air of a crowd at a funeral. It wouldn't be a funeral yet, though. There was still hope. They reached the huddle of people and Rolf hurried through them, slipping his large body between Harry and Ginny. Luna followed in his wake to see the tiny baby Molly turning blue, her eyes bulging grotesquely and cheeks puffed out. She had given up on breathing now, and was slowly deflating like a balloon. Audrey was crying soundlessly, shocked to the core. Percy was staring at his newborn daughter, terrified for her life. Rolf still had that look of steely determination in his eyes. "It's Polysonsons. I'd recognize it anywhere." He labeled it, and, plunging his hand into his coat, he pulled forth a tiny vial of blue liquid. It smoked as he pulled the cork, filling the room immediately with the scent of burning popcorn and something disturbingly fishy. Kneeling beside the bed next to the infants head, he carefully waved the uncorked vial beneath her nose, wafting the fumes up it. Carefully, he tilted her head back, being sure not to drop any of the liquid, which Luna now recognized as Boliatus Serum, down the infant's nostrils. Luna held her hand to her mouth as Rolf took the vial and crushed two odd-coloured leaves he had pulled from his pocket in his hand, adding them to the potion in the vial. He corked it, shook it, then uncorked it again, holding it under Molly's nose yet again, tilting her head back. The room was filled with deathly, heavy silence that pressed down around them like a blanket. Suddenly, it was broken with a hiss like an untied balloon and Molly slowly shrunk back to her normal size with a hiccuping, crying wail. The entire room let out a collective breath, shoulders slumped and Audrey burst back out into a fresh batch of tears. Luna stared as Rolf stood up, brushing non-existent dirt from the knees of his robes. He wore a slightly embarrassed smile as everyone turned to look at him. "You just saved her life." Everyone turned their eyes back to Molly, who was still wailing loudly. Audrey stared up at Rolf "How can I ever thank y-" She was cut off as the door opened with a loud creak. A blue-robed tide of healers rushed into the room and surrounded the bed, the family and friends pushed to the outside of the circle. Able to tell when they weren't wanted, the group of people that had come to see Audrey gathered in the other corner of the room. All eyes immediately turned to Rolf. Ginny spoke first. "Who are you?" She pronounced the are with a strong emphasis. Her voice thrummed with relief but was still curious and confused. Luna stepped for Rolf, who looked a little befuddled. "He's a friend of mine. I met him at school." Ginny looked releived, but Percy looked at him angrily. "How did you know that would work? You're not a healer." Rolf nodded. "That's right. It was my dream as I left school, though. I never got the required Charms grade, but I'm sure my Potions was up to scratch." Percy raised his eyebrows. "Really. Luna said she met you at school, didn't she? what were you doing there?" Rolf just shrugged. "I was looking at the astronomy job. It was one of my favourite subjects at school." "Are you sure about that?" Percy asked, his voice rough and rash. Ginny glared at him. "Considering as he just saved your newborn daughters life, you should be a bit more appreciating." Rolf sighed. I know what this is about." He grabbed the hem of his left sleeve and grinned a bit when he saw Percy flinch. "Percy!" Luna cried, exasperated. Rolf tugged the hem of his left sleeve upwards, showing his bare forearm. Percy visibly relaxed. "I'm sorry, Mr…" "It's just Rolf. Scamander, in case your wondering." "Alright, Rolf."
Sara was one of the Healers that rushed to the panicked summons of a messy-haired eight-year-old boy. It was her, Tyler, Davies and Jahaler. The boy had said his newborn baby cousin had stopped breathing and was 'puffing up and going blue.' Sara had recognized that it must be Polysonson's, a magical illness common in newborn, magical babies. Even though the ward where the child was was right down the hall and they had came as quickly as they could run, Sara figured it might be too late. Often, if the antidote isn't delivered in time, the afflicted child will die of suffocation. The small boy kept pace with them easily, his pumping feet fuelled by fear for his small cousin. When they arrived, however, they met a strange sight. Or sound, rather. Her colleagues knew as well as she did that a child afflicted with the advanced form of disease that the eight-year-old described couldn't make any noise whatsoever. They pushed their way through the crowd of terrified loved ones to the front of the bed where the child was balling in it's mothers arms. It bore the signs of a close bout with Polysonsons, large, wide eyes, a slight hollowness and red tinge to the cheeks. "What happened?" Sara asked the mother. She vaguely remembered her name was Amber, helped considerably by the name on the sheet of parchment stuck to the footboard. "Molly- Molly just stopped breathing." Sara nodded. "That's called Polysonsons. It shouldn't have any lasting complications. But Polysonsons doesn't just go away. Who administered the antidote? It's called Boliatus Serum." Audrey nodded. "Yes. That man over there, the tall one. He pulled a tube of blue stuff out of his robe and held it under her nose, and she deflated like a punctured balloon!" Audrey said. Sara raised her eyes. "Did he? Have you known him for long, Mrs. Weasley?" Audrey shook her head. "My friend brought him in, I just met him today." Sara nodded. The man certainly didn't look like a kind or honest man. "I think I'll go talk with him, Mrs. Weasley." Audrey nodded. "Sure, sure. You'll sure Molly'll be fine?" Sara nodded. "Oh, yes" Whoever this man was, he did know his antidotes.
Rolf stood in the middle of the chatter, wondering when he could slip away. He felt out of place with the group, they all seemed to have known each other since childhood. However much Ginny and Luna tried to include him in the conversation, it seemed to continually turn to topics he wasn't aware of. And then, Harry Potter! He didn't know Luna had known him. It was surprising, really. Behind him, he heard footsteps and turned around. One of the Healers that had come back with James stood behind him. She was a short, thinly built witch with a long spill of brown hair tied back in a narrow ponytail with a simple black tie. She was older than him by a good deal, he figured, but she didn't look it exceedingly. Her robes fit her loosely, like they had been someone else's beforehand. "Hello, Mr. Scamander? Mrs. Weasley over here said you were the one to save her babies life." She took him by the arm and led him away from the group. Rolf saw her expression and wasn't upset. It happened so many times. So many people looked at him like he was something undesirable on the bottom of their shoe just because he bore resemblance to a certain quite unpleasant crowd. For the second time that day, he pulled up his left sleeve. The Healer relaxed visibly and proceeded to treat him slightly more cordially, even though she was still sceptical of him. "So." She started. "How were you able to diagnose the child so quickly? And why did you consider yourself athoritable to treat it yourself?" She said. Her words were authoritable and brusk, borderline harsh. "I'm able to recognize the symptoms or Polysonsons, miss-" he trailed off, unsure of what to call the slightly irritable Healer. "Healer Lestrange, to you." Rolf raised his eyebrows. "It's no concern of you who I'm related too or not." She snapped. "Healer Lestrange, then." He said. "And why did you treat it? You did not have the authority." "If I had waited too long, the child would've died, Healer Lestrange." She nodded curtly. "I believe you would've been too late, no offence intended." "You acted quickly, and with admirable results." Her tone was leaning more towards a positive inflection now. "Tell me, Mr. Scamander, have you ever considered becoming a Healer?" Rolf grinned a bit and nodded. "It's what I was here today for. I was going to see about getting a course and a position as a Healer. I would've come strait out of school, but I did not receive the necessary Charms grade." Healer Lestrange scratched behind her ear with her fingernails, which were well manicured with only a coat of transparent polish. "I only came today because I have a hard time finding work. People are still scared." She nodded. "I see how you feel. I apologize for my brashness, but you do look extraordinarily like you could have been a Death Eater." "So I've been told." he said dryly. Healer Lestrange laughed softly. "I know what you feel like." She said. Before he could protest, she tapped her tarnished bronze name tag with a long, clean fingernail. He stopped his words mid-throat. "Out of curiosity, did you get into the Healers course?" Rolf shook his head. "I don't think I did, Healer Lestrange." Her mouth thinned slightly. "I see. Who did you speak with about the position, Mr. Scamander?" She asked. "I think it was Healer Reaves." She smiled grimly. "Right. Now, I know Healer Reaves rather well, and I think I could put in a good word with him for you, don't you think?" Rolf nodded enthusiastically while trying to maintain his masked demeanour. Sara grinned. He really did want this job. "I think he'll reconsider. The ability to act under pressure and be prepared is much more important than an excellent Charms grade. If I may ask, how did you have a vial of Boliatus Serum on you?" She asked. "I brewed it myself, in case Healer Reaves needed an example of my work." Sara nodded. Her opinions of Mr. Scamander were rising as they spoke. But now, deciding that it was time to let Mrs. Weasley and Molly rest, she nodded curtly to Mr. Scamander and clapped her hands. "All right, then. Everyone out, we want to let these three" She beckoned at Molly, Percy and Audrey "Rest for a bit. They've all had a long day." Making shooing motions with her hands, she hustled out the stragglers.
Luna left with the rest of them, but stayed outside the hall, blocking the portrait of the curly-haired witch, bathed in magical sunlight from the enchanted window across the hall. She wanted to see Rolf, privately. He came out right in front of the older Healer who had ushered them out. As she stayed behind to fix some sort of glitch she spotted with one of the magical windows, Rolf stepped out and shut the door behind him. Luna went up to him. He looked very handsome in the sunlight, much less dark and mysterious and more, well, for lack of a better word, inviting. She hadn't tried to approach anyone like this since Neville, and she had seen how well that had worked out. Luna stepped closer than she would have dared to a stranger, but Rolf didn't feel like a stranger, even though she had met him only twice. "That was amazing, what you did back there." She said softly, so James, who was straggling behind the group, trying to catch a runaway chocolate frog, wouldn't hear. "It was nothing." He said. His accent was more pronounced when he whispered. "Really smart. Molly would've died if you hadn't been there." He shook his head. "She would've been okay. The Healers would've arrived in time." Luna shook her head. "You knew that they wouldn't. That's why you did what you did." She stepped closer. "You're amazing, Rolf." He shook his head. "It was nothing, honestly." His breath smelt like coffee, but she didn't care. Cautiosly, but without calculating the action first, she placed a gentle, fair hand on his chest. He looked down at it, as if he wasn't sure what it was doing there. He shook his head and stepped backwards. The look in his eyes was oddly sad, but a little longing, too. A little love. Luna didn't know whether he felt it, or was just afraid to show it. The moment ended quickly. She let her hand drop and hang by her side. Flashing Rolf what she knew was a Luna-ish grin, she said "Bye" brightly, and flounced down the hall. Her heart felt heavy and disappointed. She hoped that Rolf realized what had happened. Did he believe in love at first sight? Because Luna was starting to.
Rolf turned around as a key clicked in a lock. It was like he could still feel the ghost of Luna's hand on his chest, placed there and not leaving soon. The odd thing was, he didn't want it to. The one who had made the noise was Healer Lestrange. He didn't know how long she had been standing there for, but he saw by her face that she had heard enough to make a clear picture. She grinned a bit. "You better get her before she's gone, Mr. Scamander." with that she left, heading done the hall in search of her elusive comrades.
