A blonde girl sat on her blue bedspread and found herself dreaming that she had someone to be her partner. Petite and curvy with a round larger bottom, and decent chest with a smaller waist she did not think that she would be classified as unpleasant to look at. Her clothes were even nice. She wore black and plaid skirts, and even tailored slacks, and blouses or sweaters that highlighted her better features. She took the time each morning to either straighten or pull back her wavy hair and brush it neatly. She had finished her Mastery and hoped that someday she wouldn't have to be alone.

Valentine's Day was approaching, and her world was flipped upside down. Her world was full of chaos and excitement. Her grey eyes were focused on the window of her room as she considered what had lead to her present predicament.

Luna pulled out a simple book that was blue bound with black. Colin had been fond of this particular album, and it held many of his memories from their time at Hogwarts. She opened it slowly and began to go through the images. They started during Colin's second year as many of those belonging to their first year had been destroyed when he had been petrified during their first year. She came a picture of them standing together and the blonde boy smiled at her unaware of the fact that their picture was being taken.

The war had brought much havoc and loss to all of their lives and most of all for Luna. Her world had been turned upside down. She had thought that she had found a solid partner in Colin, someone that she could rely on and feel secure in his honesty. The muggleborn wizard had been very blunt and straight to point when it came to the point. Collin with his bright, energetic smile and sapphire blue eyes had idolized Harry during their time at Hogwarts and was all about doing whatever they could to help him. A true loyalist. Then she had lost him during the battle of Hogwarts.

Neville had been an option, and they had grown close during their time in Dumbledore's Army. He had started to say something to her when they were all seated in the Great Hall after the last battle had ended. The poor guy had looked like a fish out of water, his lips just opening and closing with nothing coming out. She often wondered if the Nargles had known what he was going to say and had purposefully prevented him from saying whatever it was, because Professor McGonagall had come and pulled him to ask him about something.

She had simply stared after them as they walked toward the stone gargoyle. That had been two years ago. Yet life was in a holding pattern for Luna. She had pursued her Mastery in Charms and done quite well. She was now home at the Rooke. She had been recruited by the Department of Mysteries right as she finished her Mastery with Professor Flitwick and would begin her training with them soon. Yet, that didn't stop the calendar from reminding her that she was still alone. It was one of the worst parts of her existence.

She had everything she had planned for except someone to share that with. It was hardly ideal. Since she had buried Colin with the others it was simply a day of mourning for her. She was contemplating all these things as she sat with a copy of the latest edition of the Daily Prophet open in front of her. When she heard a pecking at the window. There was a sweet, beautiful barn owl looking at her curiously. There attached to the smaller brown and white owl was a letter. In a neat calligraphy was her name. She turned the envelope over and looked for a seal or an insignia of some kind to indicate who it may be from.

Luna took another sip of her vanilla and licorice tea with a bit of honey and considered the lack of indicators of who the sender might be. The sender obviously was able to afford the nicer stationery. The ink is a lovely green. The shade reminded her of both of Slytherin robes and Harry's eyes. She had never considered that he might take an interest. Even during the time when everyone had seemed to abandon him, Luna had known that he simply found a comfort in her. This was indeed her role, or it seemed most of the time. Not that she really minded it. Her thoughts were jumbled again, and she needed to focus if she was going to read this letter. Opening the envelope and pulling the parchment out she found lovely handwriting filling the paper.

Lovely Loony,

Please, I hope you don't take any offense to the reference to your old nickname. I just have found your intellect and quirkiness at times endearing. I always have. I have kept track of all of your accomplishments and find them impressive.

I am aware that you are single because you may wish to be. However, I also know that you would be considered quite a catch. As it so happens I find myself in an unusual predicament. If you are open to an arrangement of sorts please let me know.

The owl will wait for your response.

Yours,

Valentine

The entire evening passed with Luna being shy about responding. She was quite unsure if she was open to an arrangement nor what the arrangement might be. So, when she did reply she responded cryptically.

Valentine,

I am not sure who are you and I find myself quite curious about your identity. I am also curious to learn more before I agree to anything. What kind of an arrangement do you have in mind? What led you to consider me let alone seek out to learn about me after all we have all been out of school for some time?

Luna

The owl took the response which Luna placed in a simple envelope and flew off in the direction of one of the cities. Wiltshire or one of the London suburbs. She could not be certain. The rest of the night Luna was restless and settled in to read in her favorite seat where she could gaze out at the stars. Her mother had told her many stories when she was young about the constellations, and she allowed them to replay in her mind.

She smiled up at the moon for which she was named and patiently awaited what news she might be able to glean with the next morning. She woke to the sound of birds outside of her window as she sat up in her chair having fallen asleep at some point earlier in the morning hours. There was the same owl once more.