Luna stood a few feet from the door to the Great Hall. She was staring at the ceiling as she awaited Neville. Her formal dress from the donation supplies fit her nicely, unlike the baggier clothes she usually wore in her own time. However, being maroon, it didn't match the lime green heels she had on. Nor did it look quite right with the bottle cap necklace and earrings she was wearing. They weren't part of Luna's typical formal attire, but she'd just finished making them and wanted to show off her handiwork.