Dear Everyone, I am so so so terribly sorry that I haven't updated in so long. Please know that I am working on the next chapter, but my actual bloody life completely fell apart so it's taking quite a while. Please understand, I appreciate your patience. Love, L.M.

As we all know, I do not own Death Note. If I did, I'd be fluent in Japanese. I also do not own Harry Potter and any of J.K.R.'s work. However, I am fluent in English.

In the mean while, enjoy this very short and terrible chapter. Abandon this story? Maybe.

If you see this: / its Mello speaking.. \ is Matt.

[This Luna's point of view. I put it in present tense, just because I felt Luna would write that way if I were she. And it is bit more like free-lance poetry than a novel. That's just Luna for you.]

"Hello Mihael."

I say to the skinny, blonde boy who stands,
Roughly two metres behind me,
Watching as I paint
A picture of a German Lambsienerst.

He chokes on his breath,
Much like he did when I first said his name to him
A few days before.

I feel confused, so I ask,

"Is something wrong with your name?"

He mutters something not meant to be heard,

/"You're not supposed to call me that."

And

/"Insane. The only mother duckling rule here, and she breaks it."

Although, he might have said something other than duckling.

I smile, and nod.

He coughs.
And then he says,

/"I-it's just that.. I'm. I don't get how you know it's me without looking."

I turn and face the exasperated face.

"I hear it's you."

His mouth stretches into a funny shape that resembles the rounded triangle of a riceball.

/"What?"

He speaks this more so a statement than a question.

"The sound of your foot steps. They're lighter than how a boy's should be. Like a dancer."

Redness grows across his cheeks.
His eyes slide sideways.

I hear a repressed laughter from behind the wall containing the doorway Mihael is standing in.
Mail must be with Mihael, but I feel like it would be best to not say hello to Mail.
So I don't.
I just stand there, holding my butterbeer necklace.

And Mihael clutches his rosary.

In the same fashion.
Both are necklaces we believe to protect us.

"It's okay, Mihael. To walk like a girl."

His ears perk up.

I smile brighter,
And elaborate.

"Infact, the boy who used to sit on me, as a baby, walked just like you. His hair was a pretty red like Mail's—"

/"Matt..'

He interrupts.

I just nod.

"His name was Percy, and he had a boyfriend too."

Mihael's eyes widen and his mouth no longer looks like a riceball.
More like the base of a crumpled horn.

I hear the laughter burst from Mail.
A quiet moment passes.

Mihael's knuckles turn white with his grip
Around his ruby red rosary.

/"I am not gay!"

He finally wails.

I become more confused than I had been.

"What do you mean? You're in love with Mail aren't you?"

The laughter stops.

/"The hell I am! I in love with y—"

Mihael's face darkens,
His bangs cover his eyes.
He turns around and
Walks away from the door.

Boys are silly, in a way.
How are you supposed to understand what they mean
If they don't finish their statements?
So I ask.

"Mail, what was Mihael going to—"

\"You."