Jamie rushed down from Ravenclaw Tower, adjusting his costume as he ran. He'd charmed the cloth deep blue and emblazoned an eagle on the front to represent his house, but the rest made him look like a young, dashing knight of the realm. He clanked and clinked and was out of breath when he reached Luna's side, and was about to apologize when he stopped to really look at her. She was lovely, all golden and glowing and Jamie's cheeks reddened considerably.
"Wow, Luna," he breathed, his voice softened in awe. "You look beautiful."
And he'd said it without stammering, which was incredible. For a long moment, all he could do was stare. He wanted to reach out and touch the softness of her hair suddenly, but he didn't, curling his hand into a fist. Where on earth had that come from? He realized he was frowning, so he quickly brightened his expression.