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“Here is your music…” Mr. Snape droned on in his monotone voice. “I trust you will not lose it.”
Neville gulped. His grandma had told him to ask for a second copy but from what Neville could see, Snape only had enough for each person and no extras. Plus, he didn’t seem to be willing to hand out any more either way.
The thing is, Neville didn’t even want to be here. His grandma made him join the marching band so he could get some physical activity and brush up on the piccolo. Neville froze, not knowing if he should follow his grandmother’s orders and get absolutely ridiculed by Snape or to stay put, blatantly disrespecting his grandmother’s best interest. He decided to just stay frozen and invisible like he always was. He then heard a small voice beside him say, “Hello, um… Mr. Snape sir, may I have an extra copy?”
“And why would you need that?” Snape snapped.
“Because I have a tendency to lose things.” The girl smiled.
“Well, luckily I have one extra piccolo part. I expect you won’t ask for any music ever again this year. You understand me?”
The girl nodded. She grabbed the extra part and sat back down next to Neville. When Snape was distracted talking to the section leader, Zacharias Smith, she bumped her knee against his.
“Huh,” Neville huffed, already embarrassed from having to deal with Snape. The girl next to him, with blonde hair and blue eyes, seemed like the exact type of girl who would have bullied him in middle school. At the same time she had a gorgeous, almost ethereal aura around her, almost as if she were carved from a willow tree and blessed by whatever deity existed beyond the comprehension of an awkward 14 year-old boy. In other words, she was pretty.
“I figured you might need this.” She handed the papers to him. “My name is Luna.” Luna gave him a smile that shined like a thousand of the brightest stars.
“My name’s Neville.” He didn’t know what to say, and before he could, Snape tapped his baton on his music stand.
“Alright, everybody. Let’s play a Concert F on mezzo-forte.” Neville and Luna, along with the rest of the group, fixed their postures.
Neville had made his first friend.