Inclining her head toward Luna, Septima wished her a good afternoon back, steeling herself slightly. "It's good of you to come," she told Luna, as they fell in step toward her office by Ravenclaw Tower.
She didn't speak a lot to Luna on the walk there, though. The only real news of import these days concerned Mr. Goldstein, and that didn't feel appropriate for small talk, nor did Miss Lovegood's progress with the virus. Uncomfortable, Septima held her tongue.