Luna skipped into the Great Hall after her lessons. It was dinner time and she was hungry. She waved to her friends at the Gryffindor table. She skipped her way down to the Ravenclaw table and sat down. “I hope there’s pudding.” She said as she pulled out a issue of the Quibbler and disappearing behind at as she waited for dinner to appear. She was lost in a puzzle and soon she looked up when she heard the scrap of forks and knives against plates. She closed her paper and went to dig into her dinner.

“Luna” Neville called as he walked up behind her. Luna turned around too fast for him and the bottle that he was holding in his hands went flying all over his face and his robes. It even splashed some people nearby who shrieked.

“Oh Neville I am sorry,” Luna said standing up and facing him. She smelled something sweet and it was coming from the bottle Neville had spilled. “What was it?”

“A perfume I got for you.” He answered.

“It smells lovely.” She said “Wells get you cleaned up.” She told him. “Scourgify.” she said using her wand.