Luna tilted her head to the side, imagining being able to hear Dean's mother bouncing, and smiled at Dean happily. She looked down at his stomach as he patted it, and then at her own, frowning unsurely. "I do have to be careful. But I think it would be very nice to be big and round, like Professor Slughorn, or maybe Professor Sprout. They were quite cuddly, and they must have been warm all the time."
"Are you?" she asked rhetorically, saying the words out loud and not meaning to. She just sometimes wondered whether many people enjoyed the Quibbler - she always had. And though she wasn't the type of person to get down or depressed, they hadn't had too many subscriptions this time round. But she understood why. Publishing the report that had caused them to be considered suspected terrorists was likely to have put people off, and they might not want to be associated with that magazine. But she was hopeful it would change.
"Oh, yes, Neville is a good man. I can't imagine what it's like for him to stand up to all of those older Wizengamot members and say something contrary. But he doesn't realise how brave he is, and I think he'll be fine."
The sun had descended to partially hide behind the trees and the shadows across the park were stretching longer. "That's pretty," she murmured, looking out at the colour of the sky and the silhouetted trees edged by the sunlight as though they were glowing.