 62 – Lope
Neville and Luna loped towards the warmth of Hogwarts castle, their footsteps splashing through the puddles and hair being whipped about by the wind.
“Take time to enjoy the rain; if it comes in contact with your scalp, the little pleuts that reside in the raindrop will bless you with further knowledge,” Luna told Neville over the cry of the wind as she ran in a circle.
“What? Oh—well—oh bother,” Neville chuckled, standing stationary as Luna skipped around him.
She reached over and ruffled his hair (making him blush brightly), “For equal spacing of the pleuts,” she explained.
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