There had been, perhaps, one brief moment of possible escape for Neville, but it seemed he was already too far outside and into the sopping wet environment to make a quick, graceful getaway. All that would happen would be him tripping, falling, and landing in the wet grass, and that most certainly made a grimace come across his face. He didn't want Luna to think he was grimacing because of her sudden alertness on his presence, so he instead put a smile on his face and walked carefully to the two pairs of curious eyes.
For a moment, he didn't say anything, and opted to just look at Luna.
"It's chilly out here," he commented after a few long moments, more toward Luna than Michael. Was this really necessary? For Luna, yes. For Michael, no. Instead he quickly pulled his jacket on and slipped his hood over his head. "What are we doing?"
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