Post-Its

"Ah, good morrow to ye Luna!"

Luna waved enthusiastically at her neighbor Mrs. Acres, not noticing when the little old woman muttered, "Bloody batty," under her breath. Luna just kept walking up the stairs to her flat.

Now, most neighbors wouldn't consider you batty for something as normal as walking up the stairs, but Luna didn't do things the normal way. While most used the elevators, Luna walked up the stairs backwards, scribbling on notebooks or scraps of paper while mumbling to herself.

No one understood why, all they knew was that she didn't live alone.

Luna smiled to herself as she approached Neville. Not her boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, but the step she had dubbed Neville after he had spilled paint from her old paint set all over the step. The step above it was named Oggerd (after the double beaked Oggle Bird, which she had done a special on in last week's Quibbler) and the one below it was named Luna, after herself of course. In fact, every step had a name and she greeted each one as she came to it. Being as there were 196 steps to her flat, she said 392 hellos and goodbyes every day.

She reached Alphie, the last step before her floor, and turned around to skip down the hall. Her platform sandals slapping the concrete as she went and her loud, long, Christmas themed red and green skirt hopping around her ankles cheerfully. It didn't matter that it was in the middle of June or that the heat should have stopped her from wearing an orange turtleneck. She didn't like doing things normally, or even dressing normally, it just wasn't something she did. No one really understood her, except Neville.

She took out the key to her flat. The key chains jingled happily as she pushed them into the lock and turned them quickly.

The room she entered was flurried with the Post-It notes she loved so much. Every day, she'd write Neville millions of those things and every night she came home to a million more. Speaking of Neville...

Since he worked nights, he should be passed out on the couch or something, she thought, dropping her bag and watching as marbles rolled out. She always kept a spare set in her bag, just in case she ever needed them. She scrambled to pick them up, grabbing a package of Post Its before standing back up and walking towards her bedroom.

Have a nice nap.

She carefully peeled the Post-It off the door and held it to her heart before opening the door and stepping in.

She pulled her huge orange turtleneck off and tossed it in the general direction of the closet along with her shoes. She slipped on her cow slippers and a dressing gown while walking into the bathroom, where she found another Post-It waiting on the mirror.

I'll be back at 5.

AM, which means I have to find him.

She opened the shower door and pulled her toothbrush down from the rack hanging on the shower nozzle. The note she'd left that evening was gone, but there was one from him on her shaving cream can. She didn't have to read it to know what it said. She scribbled a quick note to him and slapped it on his can of shaving cream and smiled. She brushed her teeth with the green toothbrush, tomorrow it would be a pink day and she would have to use the pink mouthwash too.

When she finished freshening up, she ran out and plopped onto the bed. As she combed her fingers through her hair, another Post-It fell out of her hair.

Dream a little dream of me...

She smiled and laid back on her pillow, rereading the note. She may have been a little loony, but underneath she was just like every other girl. She loved getting these little notes, no matter how frivolous or short.

After a moment or two of basking in the happiness that accompanied the notes, she padded across the carpet towards the kitchen. Post-Its were everywhere, the perky colors sharply contrasting the dark countertops. The only room Neville had any say about before Luna went paint happy was the kitchen, since that was the room he kept all his plants in. Luna, despite the fact the room was completely predictable (one thing she strived not to be), loved it. She would take crayons and draw on the walls to make it feel more homey, and Neville never objected. Sometimes he even helped her.

She hoisted herself up and sat on the counter next to Jill, the coffee maker. Everything in the flat had a name. Just because the kitchen was Neville's room didn't mean she couldn't name all the appliances or draw on the walls.

She peeled the Post-It off Keya, the refrigerator, and smiled. She slid across the grey linoleum floor and ran into the bedroom closet, looking for a dress. She found a note on the new dress she'd bought, but she wanted to wear something else. After retrieving her bag, she rummaged around in it until she found what she wanted.

It was a pale green, beaded and fringed, knee length dress. The mesh petticoat was a lighter shade of green that fluffed out as it continued to her ankles. She stripped out of her clothes and pulled the dress on (feet first of course) and stuck her left arm through the beaded strap first (since it was a left side day) and slipped on a pair of old sneakers. She didn't care that they clashed with the outfit, and she was sure Neville wouldn't either.

The beads made soft clicking sounds as she moved back into the kitchen to retrieve her pad of Post-Its. A pink flash caught her eye and as she moved towards it, she realized it was yet another Post-It note from Neville.

MARRY ME!

She blinked several times before turning around and taking a deep breath. When she turned around again, the note was still there. She carefully peeled it off and reread it until she couldn't see the writing clearly anymore.

She walked to the sunroom, which was on the other side of the kitchen and jumped when she saw him sprawled out on the couch. His tie was loosened and he had a nice, black set of dress robes on over a Muggle tuxedo. His hair was tousled, suggesting he'd had a rough shift and he was snoring lightly.

An idea overtook her. She scribbled her response on a yellow sticky, peeled it off and stuck it on his forehead, watching as he stirred lightly. When she was satisfied with her answer, she laid down and snuggled up next to him; falling asleep instantly.

Yes.