Nuna

Neville woke with a start, he was sitting at his desk in his office, the left side of his face lying against the essays he had been marking. "Must have dozed off" he murmured. Just As he was getting up to go to bed, he realised that a familiar owl was tapping at the window. He wondered what Luna could possibly be writing to him at this time of the night, or maybe she was off on another adventure somewhere far away and the owl had taken a day or so to come. She hadn't written to him in months. He suspected she must have noticed his fondness of her. Neville's hopes were not high. "She's married" he told himself, "don't be stupid, she's happy". But he still got that swooping sensation in his chest, rather like descending on the back of a thestral (which he remembered quite vividly), as he opened the window and detached the bright envelope from the leg of the owl. He opened the letter, and started to read:

"Dear Neville,

I'm writing to you to say, I think I love you. As Ralph and I have been travelling, we have grown apart. Tiny argument turning into big fights. I'm afraid to say that I am glad we are getting a divorce. It's probably a horrible thing to say, but why live your life a different way to the way that makes you happy. I'm not sure of your feelings towards me, and that's what I am writing to ask you about. I'm coming back to London on summer break, meet me in the leaky cauldron on the 25th of August, if you think you would be happy with me.

Sincerely Luna"

Neville dropped the letter. Then picked it up again. Read it through 4 more times, and he'd made up his mind. Luna lovegood was the one person that makes Nevillep happy. why live your life a different way to the way that makes you happy