"Oh, lovely," Luna replied happily as she followed Hermione through her cosy flat, her steps light as she navigated her way around the books and scrolls that were tell-tale signs of a place in which Hermione Granger resided. She wasn't judging in the slightest - her own apartment back at the safehouse was overflowing with clutter that she and her father had packed and brought with them from their home, their unique belongings more than filling the apartment that was smaller than the Rook had been. And it was rather comforting, particularly for a former Ravenclaw, to be so surrounded by the familiar smell of parchment and ink.
She placed the bottle of gillywater on a coaster on the coffee table, nestling it neatly between a small stack of books and an unravelled scroll, and unhooked her handbag strap from her shoulder to gently drop it beside the sofa, before joining Hermione.
As her short hair slithered across her cheek as she stood up straight again, Luna was reminded that she needn't keep up the glamour now she was safely indoors and she removed her wand to spell it away, blonde tips swiftly extending over her shoulders, growing and lightening to her usual hair colour, and continuing until they hung limply down her back. She shook her head experimentally and smiled at Hermione. "It's much nicer to have the weight of it back, I think my balance was slightly off with my hair so short," she explained.
She slipped her wand into the pocket of her long skirt. "How have you been, Hermione?"