"I think he's cute," said Luna, relieved that she could feel comfortable about thinking so again. It wouldn't do to think a dog who was in league with the Aurors was cute. She glanced around for the little thing, but he was no where in sight. She cast a curious glance at the stairs to Greg's flat and then went back to blinking up at him as she smiled.
She shook her head at his protests. "It wasn't a trouble at all. I like making them, and since you're being so kind and making me my rocking chair it is the least that I can do, actually. Plus," she added with a nod, "you shouldn't sell haunted furniture. People might complain."