Harry and Hermione had their friend Luna Lovegood over for dinner. Neville was called into the hospital for an extra shift.

"So how's you job with the Muggle Ministry of Defense?" Hermione asked.

"For some reason they fired me. I am not entirely certain why." Luna glumly said.

"Well I mean you were doing what you were supposed to right?" Hermione asked while Harry looked into his soup like he was searching for an exit.

"Exactly they wanted me to develop an improved ceramic armor for their battle machines. That's exactly what I did." Luna declared grumpily. "Just because they couldn't repaint the stupid things in that really ugly shade of green isn't my fault."

"Oh so what are you going to do next?" Hermione asked trepidatiously.

"Oh. I go to Florida next week to join NASA and work on their space program. That should be a real blast." Luna said guilelessly.

Time keeper: Certainly sir. Tie and jacket are required as well as the best sporran and tartans...

Dennisud; I take it you liked it. Good. :-)