The knocking broke Luna from her trance. Unfolding her now stiff ankles, she arched her toes into the fluffy alpaca rug. She pulled her wand from behind her ear and sent Aramis off down the short hallway to her bedroom. Once she heard the case click shut she pulled the door closed. A moment's hesitation slowed her steps to the door. Everyone once in a while she would forget to change out of her pajamas, but a quick check revealed bare feet, faded jeans, and a snug, long sleeved shirt of vibrant purple.
Certain that only Ronald could be on the other side of the door, she tossed her want onto her enormous chaise before pulling open the door. There he stood, bags of groceries in hand, just as promised. It really was sweet, and Luna hoped Hermione would think so too. That was, of course, he didn't take to burning everything to a crisp. She knew different people's stove could be tricky, and reasoned that after trying a dish or two at her place, they might need to sneak over to his flat for a trial run.
"Ronald," she greeted, stepping back so he could come in. "Did you manage to find everything alright?"