Luna looked at him knowingly; sometimes she felt like she had some sort of psychic ability to look right through people. She could feel that Oliver didn't want to talk about it, and she could also feel that he might not be into girls. She wondered if he was ashamed of that, or something.
She chewed her lip thoughtfully, then nodded. "You want something real," she said finally, nodding, understanding. "Something lasting that goes beyond lust."
She was very observing for a fourteen year old; probably because she was a Ravenclaw too. "I've never had a boyfriend," she said then, still thoughtfully. "Or a girlfriend. I like both, but no one's ever really been interested in me. But I think we both will find that special someone, someday."