Neville had seen many unusual things in his life. He'd battled Death Eaters, helped rebuild Hogwarts, and once survived a misfired Accio spell that left him accidentally wearing Professor Sprout's hat for an entire day. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for Luna Lovegood's garden.

"Oh, you're here!" Luna's voice floated from somewhere deep within the greenery. Neville pushed aside a curtain of vines that smelled faintly of lavender and honey. The scene that greeted him was a riot of color and chaos: fruit trees with multicolored bark, bushes dripping with what appeared to be edible gemstones, and rows of what looked like radishes… except they were glowing and making tiny, happy burbling sounds.

In the center of it all stood Luna, her arms elbow-deep in what could only be described as a squirming patch of moss. "I've just been repotting the Embergrass," she said cheerfully, wiping her hands on a leaf that obligingly detached itself from a nearby tree. "It gets terribly fidgety if you don't replant it during a waxing moon."

Neville blinked. "Luna… what is all this?"

She beamed at him, her eyes sparkling. "It's my garden, of course. Well, my sanctuary, really. Come and have a look!" Before he could protest, she grabbed his arm and began leading him down a winding path that seemed to rearrange itself as they walked.

"Here we are," she said, stopping in front of a towering plant that resembled a cross between a palm tree and a chandelier. Its fronds glittered faintly, and small, delicate buds at the tips were releasing spirals of golden smoke. "Cannabis Sativa Magica. It's older than Muggle cannabis, you know—goes back to ancient magical practices. The leaves don't just calm you; they help amplify your magic. But you have to be careful with the dosage, or you'll end up accidentally summoning flocks of puffskeins. That was quite a day."

Neville stared at the tree. "Wait… are you saying this is where—?"

"Oh, no, Muggle cannabis isn't really related," Luna said airily. "This one's much more interesting. For instance, if you brew the leaves into a tea, it helps with dream clarity. And if you grind the seeds, they make an excellent fertilizer for starfruit hybrids. Speaking of which…" She gestured toward a nearby tree, where star-shaped fruits shimmered like miniature galaxies. "I've been crossbreeding them with Chomping Cabbages. It's a bit experimental."

"I… see." Neville felt like he didn't, but he was too polite to say so.

Luna plucked one of the starfruits and handed it to him. "Here, try this. It's safe—this batch doesn't bite. I think."

He hesitated before taking a cautious bite. The fruit was sweet and tangy, with an aftertaste that reminded him oddly of fresh rain. "That's… incredible."

"Isn't it?" Luna said, clearly delighted. "And over here, I've been working on something new." She led him to a patch of sprawling vines covered in tiny, jewel-toned berries. "These are Whimsyberries. They taste different depending on your mood. Go on, pick one!"

Neville plucked a berry and popped it into his mouth. It burst with a flavor that was somehow nostalgic, like the smell of warm earth after rain. "This is… it's like my gran's garden."

Luna nodded sagely. "It knows what you need. Plants are clever that way. They listen. That's what I've been trying to teach the Ministry, but they're dreadfully narrow-minded about magical botany."

Neville chuckled, feeling a little more at ease. "This is amazing, Luna. But do you ever think about selling some of this? I mean, you could revolutionize magical horticulture."

"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head. "This isn't about profit. It's about connection. Magicals forget that we're still part of the earth—we think our wands and spells set us apart, but really, they just bring us closer. That's why I grow all of this." She gestured around her, her eyes shining. "To remind us."

Neville found himself smiling. "You're something else, you know that?"

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "I suppose I am. But aren't we all? Now, come on—I want to show you the popcorn tree. Its kernels have little fireworks inside. Perfect for parties."

As Luna led him deeper into her magical Eden, Neville couldn't help but marvel at her world. It was strange, absurd, and utterly Luna. And somehow, it all made perfect sense.