The running dog had pulled Luna's attention from the Prophet in her hands. Not much in the paper lifted her spirits these days. The phrase "practically autonomous" had pulled down the corner of her mouth when she'd read the previous edition. As far as Luna was concerned, the more legal power an individual had, the more accountable such individuals had to be held. And now, the muggle fascination with magical healing aroused in her new concerns. There was a variety of wizarding ailments that the muggle world had probably never been seriously exposed to, and vice versa. Who knew what would come of pushing their worlds together so suddenly? Perhaps it was high time she started submitting articles to Quibbler.
And yet, the puppy dashing about was amusingly distracting. The woman attending to the pup looked vaguely familiar. But then, as she was in the habit of striking up conversations with total strangers, this was not uncommon.
"Well, if you're particularly bored, why not just apparate to a nice warm beach?" Luna asked with a warm smile. Assuming the dog belonged to the woman, Luna transfigured her newspaper into a make-shift frisbee and held it out in offering. "Don't dogs enjoy that sort of thing?"
It would be a nice evening activity, playing on the beach with one's dog. With a hint of curiosity Luna wondered if she'd find something as amusing with which to occupy herself.