The bright yellow of her dress catches his eye, but as George looks at the girl across the room, he’d like to think he’d have noticed her anyway. She’s quite pretty, but there’s something warm and lovely about her that has nothing to do with the way she looks. That indefinable something makes his heart clench, and there’s a strange fluttering in the vicinity of his stomach. Not butterflies. Grown men do not get butterflies.

Without thinking, he makes his way towards her. It’s only as he draws closer that he recognizes her.

Little Loony.

Luna.

The last time he’d seen her, she’d been his sister’s age. Fourteen. Still a child. With a start and a shake of his head, he realizes that of course she’s still his sister’s age (although he doesn’t want to think at all about his baby sister growing up). She’s not a kid anymore. She’s almost an adult. And she’s beautiful. Why hadn’t he seen that before?

The thought of kissing her flits through his head, but he shakes it away. There’s a war on and he and she are still at an age where his mother would flay him alive for even thinking about kissing her.

Someone jostles him, startling him into the realization that he’d stopped in the middle of the room. He starts moving again. His mother might kill him for thinking any romantic thoughts about this girl, but he can still ask her to dance. There’s no harm in that.

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luna & george || all about your ♥

Uh-oh, I’m climbing aboard another ship…

-Will you forget me?
-Me? Forget you? Never.