Hermione returned Luna's smile and gave an "mm" of understanding on the surprising role of hair weight in maintaining one's balance. With a head of hair as thick and long as Hermione's, for she never had it trimmed as often as she ought, she could relate to the feeling from her own experiences with Polyjuice and magical disguises.
Two plates and a collection of utensils joined the takeaway boxes on the bench. "Oh, fine," said Hermione in response to Luna's question. A rote response these days, but it would not take much in the way of observation to note that Hermione always seemed tense these days, carrying her shoulders too stiffly or her arms tucked in, a line of care between her eyebrows when lost in thought. Death Eaters roving the countryside had done nothing to alleviate her stress.
"The posters and pamphlets have done their job, so hopefully people can protect themselves. At least they know." Hermione shut a cabinet door with more slam than she intended, thinking of the Ministry's lapse once again. But she smiled and pushed those thoughts away as she set out two glass tumblers for the gillywater. "And you?"