Luna was sitting in her compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Lesen the latest magazine that her father had published. She was in the middle of deciphering a play Artikel that her father had done, a cutesy thing that involved Lesen things upside down, when she heard the door open. In the middle of deciphering a symbol, she took a moment before looking up over the oben, nach oben fold in her magazine. She saw a small assortment of people standing before her in the open door, and raised her pale eyebrows quizzically.
"What an odd assortment," she thought before turning her orb-like eyes back at the magazine. But something was nagging at her heart, making her skin crawl and her herz beat against her ribs. Not understanding the strange feeling, Luna looked up again, diverting her whole attention to the group. She let her eyes wander their faces for a Sekunde before the reached the last member of the threesome, Neville his name was. She had seen him once before.

Her herz banged against her ribs like it was trying to break through them, and maybe it was. The ribs were suddenly holding her back from her herz running to him. She felt her eyes dilate and started to turn her attention, not understanding the feeling. She pretended it had never happened, that the feeling she had for the strange, slightly awkward boy with a cactus was not real. She even laughed maniacally at another boys jokes, trying to cover up her obvious feelings of lust for this boy who, maybe, could understand her at last.

Later that night, laying in bett with the same magazine, Luna finally allowed herself to sigh over the older boy with the crooked smile and peculiar interests. She stared out at the moon and knew one thing, and one thing alone: If she were to ever fall in love, it would be with the Longbottom boy.