Neville was running late. Not that that in and of itself was a surprise. He tended to run late more often than not. And it wasn't on purpose. No - he just tended to forget what he was supposed to be doing. This evening after talking to Luna in his Legens he'd decided that if he was going to go to the Ball with her, he wanted her to have flowers. So, going to the greenhouses, he'd picked her a few flowers and went back to his dorm room to get dressed. Even though he'd gotten dressed in plenty of time, well he'd gotten distracted with a book he'd found in the library on modern (so in his case past) uses for certain herbs. Looking up, he saw that it was dark and indeed, he'd forgotten to leave on time - AGAIN! Grabbing the flowers, he ran out of his room and down to the Great Hall, scanning the crowd for Luna. Not that it was hard to find her. She stood out easily. Smiling a bit, he walked over to her. "Hello, Luna. I like your necklace."