Satisfied the spot was not dirt even if it didn't look like a bruise, Luna let her nightgown fall back to her ankles and followed Neville to the kitchen. "I'm sorry to hear that. Though I'm glad the injury isn't real. It would make things less enjoyable tonight." her words weren't quite as lilting as she'd intended them to be. "Biscuits would be very nice. I had a dream as well, though," her hands went to her stomach, "I'm not sure what it meant." A shadow crossed her face for the briefest moment, something very few people had ever seen.
She approached the table and set out a couple of plates and napkins. "Did we see a strange red-headed woman yesterday?" the question falling from her lips as easily as asking if he wanted milk with his tea.