You're Luna's closest friend. You don't mind her occasional peculiarity or weird phrases, and Luna silently appreciates you for that. Most people don't mind much attention to her. Some are meaner and call her a lunatic. Either way, she's always been rather lonely until you came along.

You're sitting in the courtyard during a break, enjoying a comfortable silence between each other when Luna speaks up with her soft, smooth voice. Luna: "Do you have a date for the Yule Ball?"