Padma looked like she'd been stung by a jiffywimble; apparently she hadn't heard about Faelan getting hurt after all. Luna put a comforting hand on her arm. "As I understand it, he fell off a roof and banged up his head pretty good, with the bleeding you'd expect with a head wound. But Sirius and Harry found him shortly and gave him potions and took care of him. He'll be fine. He's a -- strong young man."
Padma seemed to have noticed that part already, though. "He's no Neville, but yes, he is an attractive man as well, isn't he? I don't know which trees he barks up, but I wouldn't think his being nervous and confused necessarily means he's not interested. Quite the contrary. I think one of the reasons Neville's taken such a shine to Faelan is that he sees a bit of himself in him, and trust me, nervous and confused was often Neville's state when we first started dating. And we'd been best friends for years."
Outwardly, Luna's tongue poked between her teeth as she gave thought to the whole matter. Inwardly, she was smiling slyly. Her state of newlywed bliss gave her a certain desire to get all of her friends happily paired off, or barring that, happily laid. "You know, if one of Neville's friends just happened to want a tour of his nursery after Faelan is back at work, I'm sure I could persuade him to have Faelan show the interested party around. And I just happen to know that there are several spots around the nursery that are both secluded and comfortable, and a few more spots that are secluded and kept at temperatures that may require the removal of an article of clothing or two," she said with perfect innocence. "For that matter, if you're really confident, there's an oversized divan in Neville's office."