Luna and Harry
Luna nodded briefly. She had expected Harry to follow Muggle tradition, his confidence in his own lineage had always been admirable. Maybe he was finally getting to be himself? No longer hiding while others made up stories to claim as his history and personality.
"Errands can be tricky things," she agreed. "I'm sure I'll remember whatever it was I forgot to do earlier sometime around midnight. Thoughts always do seem to fly away like that." In conjunction with her comment, she shooed at a few of the wrackspurts that hovered by Harry's right ear.
His question surprised her slightly though when she thought about it for a second longer she wasn't sure why it did. Harry had always been observant to the behavior of people around him. She imagined it had to do with the Muggle childhood he never spoke of. Her thoughts meandered for a moment while she stared at Harry quietly, her eyes not quite focused on him. She shook her head, "I don't even know what they're offering. We could find out together?" she reached out to take his hand un-self-consciously, they were friends, after all.