Neville went into Hogsmeade, walking with Luna on the way and missed the note from his mum about her being there. He was wrapped up in being with Luna, his arms slung about her waist as they walked, his head tipped towards hers as he spoke about his day. A smile played on his face, and he was utterly distracted as usually, only having eyes for her. He had plans to go where ever she wanted to go, only needing some more ink and quills himself. He wanted to be sure they had tea at Madam Puddifoot's.