Luna had been buying new robes. Her old ones were looking pretty worn for the wear, and she could only do so much repairing before it was completely pointless. She wasn't really one to care about the state of her outward appearance, but after a while, it was quite unbecoming for a girl of her age to be walking around in frayed, ruined clothing. Her time spent roughing it in the wilderness was really hard on her cloaks and it was well past due that she purchase some new ones.
After a long measuring and pinning, she stepped out into the sunlight with a couple parcels under each arm. She immediately recognized someone staring into the shop window. Draco Malfoy. They had a history--sort of. Her fifth year was quite interesting thanks to him. And then there was the time she was held hostage in his home. She had to say hello. It was only polite.
"Hi, Draco," she said, managing to keep her voice light. It wasn't his fault that his parents were complete nutters.