Luna raised her eyebrows at Draco, and with a tilt of her head she offered him a slight smile. "We're the same age then."
She'd sit, but she wasn't going to turn her back to him. Call it survival instincts, call it a refusal to remember his voice without a face - the way his voice had echoed from upstairs.... With both eyes on him, Luna crossed her legs, pulling them up on the seat with her.
"You've always sounded older Draco. Even when every action was a child's. It must be nice to be all caught up to yourself."