Luna smiled, softly like, and for the first time since her cursory turn of the room, looked away from Draco. Did she have friends? That was a relative question these days. Harry, Ginny and the others were busy with their children and future lives, the Weasleys, the majority of the population darted in and out like monkrats on a cloudy day. The twins had their own affairs, and Rolf was trying, but he was too deep in love with her to bother with the trivial things without effort. That left Luna with her horses, and the individuals who came to ride them - recently that was just about everyone, but she didn't do the service as their friend, but as the one who knew them best.
Taking a moment from answering the question, she poured herself a second cup of tea. "I never thought it would be Colin, but this is a different place, isn't it."