Luna beamed at him, pleased she'd been able to make him feel better. She was reassuring herself just as much as she was him with her words and seeing him smile helped to lift her own spirits.
Harry wouldn't want them to dwell on the past. He'd want them to enjoy the world he'd died to save. Luna knew that in her heart. She knew that dwelling on the bad stuff would only make his death much more senseless, though knowing that didn't her miss him any less.
"To Harry," she echoed, nodding her head. Her expression was somber for a moment as she raised her own glass to meet his. "So," she continued, her smile appearing once more, "who are we going to say hello to first?"