Luna smiled at the memory of the DA. It had been quite the thing, and probably the closest thing to a social group that Luna had ever been in. The DA was also why Luna didn’t fear the call to arms, she had lived this life already, hadn’t she? She had been called on as a student, to fight the Death Eaters as they came, to fight their way out of the Ministry, to be a leader and protector of kids in the Room of requirements. She had been called on again as an adult, to heal the rebels, to help lead their community efforts, to makes sure that everyone was fed and supplied to the best of their ability. This call to arms was nothing new to Luna, it was just a different face asking her to give herself to help others, and it was something that Luna would gladly do every time.
“I was hoping Poppy would say yes,” Luna said with a wink, “I do hate to have to tell you this, Neville, but I’m certain that she is my favorite Longbottom.” She smirked at him, and grinned as the baby seemed to grow happier at her comment. “How about the café just down there?” She gestured a bit.