Luna had actually come to the neighborhood with Rolf to get some supplies for their next expedition. There was a dealer there that held business inside his home. He had various camping tools some marginally disapproved of by the ministry for use in the United Kingdom. The Scamander’s had been doing business with him for quiet some time. He could get anything that was needed without much of an ordeal. Luna had only been allowed along a few times as it was easier for Rolf to barter without her finding some of the strange artifacts held in the home interesting and asking questions. It often made a couple of hour task a day long event.
She’d tagged along this time and like always started in with the questions. Peter as the Dealer called himself seemed to have taken to her. Really some day she’d like to just come in for tea and listen to his stories. Rolf, while normally patient, had suggested that today wasn’t the day for storytelling and perhaps she would like a walk. She hadn’t known how close she was to Number Twelve Grimmauld place until she was there. Her legs carried her absently to the door.
A few of the muggle neighbors in the area cast her strange glances as she’d past by. Her whole sense of style seemed to leave her looking more like an escaped mental patient than a normal teenager. She was wearing knee-high mismatched neon socks and a billowy white dress. Her hair was still the haphazard yellow and her eyes distant pools of blue. She wasn’t even sure if Harry would be home but she knocked enthusiastically never the less. He did say she could drop in at any time.
“Hello!” she said in the familiar dreamy tone when he answered the door. Obviously, she’d chosen the correct time to show up. He was there! She wasn’t sure what sort of schedule he kept with his chosen profession. It didn’t cross her mind that it might be a bad time. She never thought of these things. She didn’t even hesitate at the threshold to enter. “Rolf is making deals with one of your neighbors and it would appear my legs decided that I should and visit,” she told him, inwardly excited to be in the presence of an old friend but little more than her strange laughter giving her away. She had always had her own unique laugh and her own sense of humour.