"So… you're a witch?"

It was the first time Oz had ever seen Luna look close to scared. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes." Luna spoke, her tone taking on the same dreaminess as it always had. There was something different, though – a longing in her eyes as she looked at him. She knew that Muggles sometimes had a hard time adjusting to wizards, and the wizarding world. This Muggle happened to be a werewolf. He would have seen far worse than a little magic, and she'd felt that conjuring a wreath of golden bells and Boston ivy would be as good a way as any to let him know what she could do. Still, something in her needed to know that he was okay with this.

He watched her for a moment, and she was almost beginning to feel uncomfortable. She took off the wreath.

"It's to warn off wrackspurts, you see. They're invisible, and they fly into a person's ears to make them lose their thoughts. It's very– it's very common for wrackspurts to avoid most types of ivy. They'll leave their nests if ivy is growing too close. Even if one were brave enough to withstand the ivy, the bells would warn us, and we could clap them away."

"…Huh. Have you ever kissed your best friend?" Oz had dated a witch before. He'd realized in that experience that he didn't enjoy certain surprises – learning his girlfriend was in love with her best friend was one of those surprises. Regardless of where this friendship might go, it was probably best to get everything out in the open now.

Luna was apparently unphased by the change of subject.

"Ginny and I are quite platonic."

"Are you happy with that…?"

"Quite."

"…Good."

Luna nodded in agreement.

"Want to grab a bite to eat?" Oz asked, looking down at the blonde witch. She replaced the tiara on her head, and wordlessly offered the werewolf her arm. He grinned, taking it.

"I know just the place."

And that was the first time Oz experienced Apparation.