Luna + Michael
Michael didn't own a suit or anything fancy to wear other than a blazer, so he had turned to his father's closet for some help. No small amount of alteration made a jacket and matching trousers that had been stylish in the eighties look decent for the time and occasion. His mum had been the one to insist she allow him to let her buy him a new dress shirt. After much nagging, he had relented. He knew that by Luna's side most people would have their eyes on her, not him, and that suited him just fine. Turned out he was one hundred percent correct - at least in his head, he was. Michael could hardly take his eyes off her the moment that they met up to head over. It remained true as they walked in and found the refreshments.
Luna kept his mind from dwelling back to the memories of Hogwarts that Michael didn't want to think about - the rubble and bloodstains, the cries of the fallen. Faces twisted in cruelty; the Carrows. Maybe it all briefly flitted through his mind as he turned his gaze to take the beautifully restored Great Hall in. Michael still managed to smile back at Luna and nod in agreement. "Yeah, me neither – I'm glad most of it still looks the same to be honest," he admitted, and in response to the question, he picked up two flutes of champagne and handed one to Luna. "Your dress looks lovely," Michael added, realising belatedly that he hadn't complimented her on it yet.