A/N: I just want happy endings for Neville and Luna, that's all. 

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.

This is Not My Day

Neville Longbottom realized, standing on the platform at Kings Cross, that he might not have given Luna Lovegood the best advice when he had last seen her, three year ago. Of course he had been right to say that traveling the world with possibly the most famous wizard naturalist of the last century (Newt Scamander) was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but he hadn't exactly been counting on Scamander's son tagging alone. He wanted to kick himself. Rolf Scamander was by all accounts quite worldly, quite intelligent, and– coming right towards him.

"Oh! Neville!" Luna called brightly, waving to her old friend across the platform. "I didn't see you! Have you met Rolf yet? I'm sure you've been to some of the same conventions."

As he stuck out his hand to shake Rolf's, Neville was forced to admit to himself (quite unhappily) that Scamander junior was also quite good-looking. The only thing Neville could find to comfort himself was the fact that, for all of Rolf Scamander's world exploration, Neville's hands were more callused.

That'll show him, Neville thought half-heartedly.

"Nice to meet you," said Rolf politely. "Luna's told me all about you. And I saw your book in Flourish and Blott's– really an interesting concept, other magical properties of traditionally wand-quality wood."

Neville felt his face flush in spite of himself. It had been his first book– Wizards' Works and Wand Wood by Neville Frank Longbottom, and he had been quite proud of it. The Daily Prophet had even printed a short article on page 14 reviewing the book. Apparently, Neville wasn't nearly as interesting as an herbologist than as a hero of the Second War. His gran, in any case, had bought a couple dozen copies, as well as his former Professor Sprout, who he was replacing that day.

"And I've seen your new book, too," Neville said politely, with a nod. "Hippogriffs have interested me since I was at Hogwarts." That was not quite true, actually. The one time he's encountered them in a Care of Magical Creatures class, they hadn't built much of a rapport.

"Oh, well, The Hype about Hippogriffs isn't actually my latest work," said Rolf, looking a bit embarrassed– probably for Neville. "I just co-authored a book with Luna about our travels in the Amazon. But maybe it hasn't been publicized much here in Britain."

Neville blushed an even deeper red. Of course he'd seen the book by Rolf Scamander and Luna Lovegood. He'd waited in line to buy it the first day and, actually, had it packed in his trunk right at that moment. He had planned on congratulating Luna separately, but now she probably simply thought him uncaring.

A horn sounded from the front of the Hogwarts Express.

Neville glanced up at the clock on the wall, 10:58. "Er– I'd better be boarding. Very nice to meet you. Here to see Luna off?" Neville had been almost ridiculously excited to learn that he and Luna would be working together at Hogwarts that year, professors of Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, respectively.

"Actually, no," Rolf replied, beaming at Luna, who smiled back. "Luna's working on another book of some of the things we saw on our travels. She'll be busy a lot, so Headmistress McGonagall's taken me on to split classes."

Neville nodded and must have said something very suitable, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. He was too shocked. Over the past three years when Luna had been away, Neville had thought countless times about what it would be like to see her again– and in the past month, he'd thought countless times about what it would be like to work with her at Hogwarts. This was not what he had imagined.

"Isn't it exciting Neville?" Luna asked, oblivious to the fact the Neville had grown about as pale as an Abyssinian shrivelfig. "Rolf never went to Hogwarts, you see? He was always traveling." She looked up at him with an almost adoring glance. "We should have you sorted."

Rolf laughed and picked up both his and Luna's trunks to load onto the train. Neville, grabbing his own, had a fleeting picture of Scamander standing nervously in the midst of all the tiny, twittering first years. Lost in his thoughts, he crashed into one of the only other adults boarding the train in the midst of the excited students.

"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!" the woman said, bending down hastily to throw some of her things into her trunk, which had burst open in the crash.

"No, no, it was my fault," Neville said, looking over his shoulder to see if Scamander, or worse, Luna, had seen him acting as clumsy as he had been on his first trip to Hogwarts. "Here, reparo!" he said with a flick of his wand.

"Thanks," said the woman, who kept her eyes glued to the ground as though determined to keep her face hidden. The train began to move.

"Oh, Merlin!" she whispered, jumping on with Neville just in time and tearing her robe in the process. She laughed wryly. "This is not my day, is it? I should probably be more careful with the students' health, don't you think?"

Neville gaped. "You're taking over for Madame Pomfrey then?" he asked. "I didn't know there were going to be any more staff appointments besides me and Luna– but then, I didn't know about Rolf Scamander either."

"Luna?" she asked, her voice a bit squeaky. "Luna Lovegood?" And almost inaudible: "No, this is definitely not my day."

Neville was confused­, but any and all misunderstanding was cleared up in a moment when Luna popped her blonde head out of a nearby compartment and spotted the two new staff appointments standing so awkwardly in the hallway.

"There's room in here, Neville!" she called brightly. And spotting the other woman, who had finally looked up– "Why, you were in the DA weren't you? I'm sorry, I can't remember your name."

Neville looked over at the woman, who had gone completely red. He could remember her name.

"Edgecombe," he said, almost accusingly.

Turning quickly, Marietta Edgecombe set off down the corridor to find another compartment without a word.

"Why, it's good that acne cleared up, isn't it?" Luna asked serenely, looking genuinely pleased.

Neville nodded and stepped into Luna and Rolf's compartment. It wasn't until the train was passing rolling green hills with no habitations in sight, and Rolf had began to talk about the Augurey he'd seen with his father once while caught in a rainstorm, that Neville realized his hands were still clenched.