Holding her hand, Neville led her out into the growing sunlight, "We can go down by the lake. Its too bad we don't have fishing poles," and after a moment, he paused, "I don't think I've heard of anyone ever fishing in the lake. I have to wonder if it is because of the squid? What do you think?"
He turned to her at his question and was presented with a vision of Luna, her blond hair lit by a few stray sunbeams making their way through the diminishing clouds. She looked ethereal for a moment and he wondered if she knew how beautiful she looked.
"Luna," he said, stopping his feet for a moment so they could stand still, "Right now, you look so beautiful," he said, unable to stop himself from blurting it out.