Over the course of her time in the village, Luna had learned to be grateful for many different, and new things. Grateful that a man she didn't know was patient when one day he would marry her. Grateful that when everything went mad, she had her horses to tend to. Grateful for the horses, when all she ever had before was a passing herd of thestrals. What she was most grateful for however, was that she was not in school. Hogwarts was a complicated time for Luna, and one that she had no interest in ever trying to repeat again.
Even walking up the steps to the main hall of the castle was a bit over-whelming. There, in the corner she had see a boy die. Up on that bannister she'd find her shoes... that hook was where they hung Mrs. Norris the cat.
Luna wasn't afraid however. She couldn't be, she had a mixing-sized bowl full of courage (literally) in her hands, and what kind of fool would she be to chicken out while holding that? It took several children's directions to find her in front of Draco's door - ajar with the distinctive sound of writing inside. After her knock, after his admittance she took a step inside, and Draco Malfoy just as she last remembered him, sat behind a desk.
It was a mite impressive, that she'd gone so long here with only seeing his writing in her book. But he hadn't changed, not even his hair.
"I brought your pudding." She offered, holding the bowl out. "You asked."