It had not been a simple first date. Neville had tried to take Hermione’s advice and taken Luna somewhere that muggles would go, to satisfy Luna’s eccentricity. A café on the beach on a mercifully sunny day, where they had tea and scones. Luna had then spotted a bowling alley and insisted that they go, and since neither of them knew how to they’d gone to an arcade. And a flea-market. And a movie about owls. Though his plan had been derailed, an exhausted Neville had enjoyed it thoroughly. Luna had kissed him goodnight in the floo network tunnel.