“Followed?” she asked, confused, “no, I don’t believe so, just me.”
Ginny giggled as Luna pulled her into her chair with her on her lap. They almost tilted back but Luna caught them. Ginny felt like the tipping chair was a metaphor for Luna, almost going over the edge but coming back at just the right second.
“Oh I see, well you look very pretty today!” Ginny grinned at her friend, smiling at the hat on her head and her pretty sundress.