Michael (a badazz blogger of mine) is hosting the fabulous Christmas Harry Potter Blogfest!
I know this is no surprise...
I love HaRrY pOtTeR
So of course I jumped at the chance to write a piece. Granted, I'll admit this is poor writing, but I have yet to back out a blog fest and I'm not about to start... so without further ado I give you...
Neville & Luna @ The Christmas Dance
I quite like Christmas. I’ve never fit in easily but I must say that Harry has made it very easy. My dad says it must be all the times I’ve let Harry know he’s not alone, I mean everyone else thought he was crazy when he noticed the Thestrals, but I knew better.
“Hi Harry,” I sang as he walked through the hallway.
“Hello Luna, you look very nice.” He said, always a gentleman.
“Would you like to walk with me?” he asked.
“No thank you, I’m waiting for Neville. We’re going to the Christmas dance together,” I said excited.
“Well then, have a great time.” He said walking toward the great room with every girl in school following closely behind.
I swayed back and forth staring out the hall window, letting the nerves flutter out with the dose of witelinger I’d taken before they got the best of me. I’d never been asked to a dance as an actual date before; it was sort of hard to believe.
“Hi Luna,” Neville said, sweat beads forming on his scalp.
“Are you nervous?” I asked his blank stare surprised.
“Um, yeah, a little” he said before clearing his throat, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I grabbed his open hand and we walked to the party.
“You look nice,” his nerves were a little overwhelming.
“You know, daddy says that if you give yourself a little witelinger it takes away your nerves,” grabbing what was left from my bag I handed it to Neville, his face scrunched up as he examined the few slivers I had left.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Positive, I just took some myself.” I said approvingly.
He popped them in his mouth, quickly chewed and swallowed, his hand lightened and his feet felt a bit lighter as he walked, we moved a lot more quickly to the great room and as we entered we were hit with streamers, loud music and several smiling faces.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked.
“That would be lovely,” I said leading him to the dance floor.
We held hand to hand and moved slowly to the melody as the remaining couples joined us in the big oval space. The white snowflakes fell from the ceiling and the invisible glass held them high for pure viewing pleasure, the ice sculptures were perfect for the Christmas dance.
“You know Luna, you’re one of a kind,” Neville said.
“Unique is the best way to be I’ve heard.” I replied.
“You definitely have it down.” he said.
The rest of the evening we laughed, danced and even after the witelinger faded Neville’s nerves remained in control.
So there is my (less than 500 words) story for Michael's blogfest! Be sure to check out the other entrants! They will not disappoint!