Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling. She owns all of the characters and places so I do not.

Neville finally finished getting dressed. He had changed his robes five times, and then realized he was wearing a bathrobe. He took it off and put another robe on. Then, he stood in front of the mirror wondering how to go about fixing his hair.

Dean came over. "Your hair is fine, Neville. Just go and stop worrying. It's only a date.

Neville put on his socks and sneakers and tripped out of the portrait hole. After getting lost several times and falling through the trick stair, Neville made his way to the entrance hall, where he was meeting Luna.

"You look quite nice," he said politely. Luna was wearing an extremely furry robe that looked like it might be made out of a llama hide. She had hair ornaments and jewelry made out of silverware. There were several people snickering at her.

"So do you," Luna said. "I love the way you've put your sock dangling from your ear." He reached up to feel. Sure enough, there was a sock dangling from his ear. He pulled it off and stuffed it into his pocked, hoping no one else noticed.

"It wasn't meant to be there," he explained. "I think someone else stuck it on." He tried to remember what the rest of the boys had told him to do. He thought Dean might have said to hold her hand. So he slowly reached out for Luna's hand.

She leaped backwards. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Holding hands is very dangerous. Haven't you heard of Daddy's friend Mr. Snodgrass?

"Er… No, I haven't"

"One time, he tried to hold hands with his wife, and a bowtruckle that was hiding up her sleeve leaped out and gouged his eyes out. There was quite a long article about in the magazine.

"Oh, all right, I guess we won't be holding hands, then," said Neville nervously.

"Let's get going, let's get going," sang Luna to the tune of Just Keep Swimming.