Harry was mulling over what Lovegood said, still. It sounded like nonsense, to him. But he'd come to respect Luna, and if Hermione thought there might be something to it. . . well. . . bits of it fit in a little. Like the cloak. He'd seen that connect in Hermione's expression, too. It made sense in a way that. . . didn't actually make sense, but was close enough that it seemed almost to work.
He'd figure it the rest of the way through later. For now actual decent food too precedent.
Harry got up too, wandering a little. The house was eccentric, as was fitting, but it seemed empty, too. Lacking Luna, Harry supposed.
He saw Ron stop, and followed him up, moving to stand beside him - nudging him a little further up so he could see.
The mural on the wall was. . . well it was actually quite good, from what Harry could make out. But it was. . . it made Harry feel like a right git for not appreciating Luna more, really. It was touching, but a little uncomfortable to see it laid out so baldly like that.
He shrugged off the deeper meaning of it for a moment to look at Ron's likeness on the wall. "Actually, she's got you spot on," he decided.