Merlin’s beard she kissed him. Should she have kissed him? Was that the wrong thing to do? It was what happened in books and it always worked but then Luna had always had a shady relationship between reality and fiction. She paced in front of her fireplace until her bare feet were black and the ground polished clean, fiddling with her fluorescent earrings and gnawing at her lip. What now?

Neville opened his door, and Luna threw herself at him once more. Luna pulled her back, tipped her head on its side, and grinned. “No. I was right.”