Who: Neville and Luna What: Talking about Dumbledore, the DA, headhunters and holding hands Where: The Great Hall and then down to the lake When: Sunday morning, Sept. 2007 Rating: barely PG Status: In progress!
Being here in the same building, knowing that Luna could be downstairs at the table this very minute had Neville almost leaping out of bed. Yesterday had been the very best, and Neville was grateful, thanking whatever gods may exist for getting him back to school without having to rush off to classes right away. Saturday had been spent unpacking and sorting things out, then slipping away to the greenhouse to meet with Professor Sprout. He had chatted with her most of the morning, showing her pictures of various plants he had take and talking about the upcoming year, the plants that would need to be started and tended. He set up some hours with her, volunteering to assist her with the greenhouse duties, and she had been beaming at his offering, stating that she would be sure to ask Professor Dumbledore about it.
He'd enjoyed a hearty lunch with housemates, and then spent time with them in the Common room, laughing and listening to the stories of the summer, playing a few tunes on his new guitar to some of the new firsties. But dinner had been the best; he'd decided to initiate the notion he had. To some surprised looks, Neville had not sat down at his table but approached the Ravenclaw one instead and had eaten dinner next to Luna. The two of them had spent some time together, at the table, talking and sharing the day's events until the call for curfew surprised Neville.
Now, it was morning, and he wanted to eat with her again, feeling like he had barely told her all of the things he had going on inside of himself. He dressed quickly, and as an afterthought, grabbed his guitar as he made his way down from the 7th floor to the Great Hall, to look for her at the Ravenclaw table.