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Luna felt something odd around Neville.
Perhaps it was the way he smiled, with his crooked teeth poking out.
Or the way how when he was confused, his head tilted and his eyes gleamed.
Or how he thought of others before himself.
Or any of the other things that made him amazing, really.
Whatever it was, it made her head feel full of wrack-spurts and her stomach full of rapidly growing plants. It made her face flush, her voice higher.
Neville already knew he had a crush on Luna.
Luna the brave, the awesome, the one he felt his stomach turn when he was around.
Just...
Luna.
He loved her, really.