Not being the fastest-moving of individuals, Luna is successfully pounced upon, and, consequently, the shrieking ensues, alarming any and everyone in the vicinity.

"N-n-no, Re-renne!" Shriek. Squirm. Flail. "St-stop iiit!" More flailing, grasping at his wrists, trying her hardest to not pull her wand on him and give him bogeys in the form of nocturnal mammals for days. Fortunately, her wand slips from behind her ear, rolling several feet away, beyond her reach should she decide to resort to the last form of attack.