Luna wasn't aware of a party everywhere she went. She found Michael's statement to be rather false. If there was, indeed, a party wherever she was, would she not notice the hoards of screaming people and dance music and whatever else was emcompassed when the word 'party' was mentioned? It seemed illogical. But, Luna wasn't one to judge, so she merely nodded at the boy and smiled idly during the next few moments of silence.
"I think it's alright," she responded, to Neville who appeared alot colder than he let on. She watched him with piqued interest as he bundled up a bit more. She was still immune to the weather. "We're dancing."
She looked down at her feet for a brief moment and clicked the heels of her galoshes together a few times.
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