Luna didn't precisely see Neville fill her cup or fix her tea, but when he suggested Wrackspurts, she blinked and nodded, the creases smoothing away. She smiled at him, her eyes no longer haunted. "I think that must be true. She sat down at the table finally, picking up her tea as she did so. "I'll be wearing my spectrespecs tonight. I've fashioned a mask around them. Perhaps that will help."
The tea was fixed perfectly drawing a smile from her lips. "We should try to figure out how to stop these Wrackspurts from getting worse." She tilted her head, her voice completely returned to the lilting cadence, "Would you like a pair of spectrespecs for tonight?"