Luna was sitting in her compartment on the Hogwarts Express, reading the latest magazine that her father had published. She was in the middle of deciphering a play article that her father had done, a cutesy thing that involved reading things upside down, when she heard the door open. In the middle of deciphering a symbol, she took a moment before looking up over the top fold in her magazine. She saw a small assortment of people standing before her in the open door, and raised her pale eyebrows quizzically.
“Do you know where Luna is?” Neville asked Ron and Hermione.
“Luna?” they asked in unison.
“Yeah, I want to tell her I fancy her,” Neville said. “We could both be dead in a few hours, so I might as well!” He dashed off to find Luna. He saw her among the throng of people making their way around what was left of Hogwarts.
“Luna!” Neville called. She turned around, wondering who was calling her name. Neville walked right up to her and kissed her.