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It was an accident. A passing thing.

A mere second in which their hands brushed against each other. Even that small touch, however, was enough to cause his whole arm to tingle in the most peculiar way.

"S-sorry." Neville stammers and reddens.

"No trouble at all," says Luna and smiles rather radiantly.

He realizes he has never seen her blush, not even a little, until that moment. And it's lovely.