Neville was nodding, concentrating. Luna felt magic tingle along her form and shifted in surprise. She looked down at her hands and found them clean, absent of the dirt and gristle that had built up over her skin and underneath her nails. Even her clothes, grimy and tattered as they’d been, were now clean and mended. Neville’s eyes were wet, looking down at her with such love and pain that it wrenched at her heart.