"If there is, I don't know of it," Ginny said, as she pulled her friend in for a hug.
She stepped into Luna's all too familiar flat. The windows, the mural, the large white sofa, the openness of Luna's flat seemed fitting for the girl. Ginny had always seen Luna as a very open and honest person, but still she had a bit of mystery to her. It contrasted with Ginny's flat, and if she had tried to dwell on it, she might have wondered what that meant about herself.
Ginny's thoughts turned to her friend, Luna hadn't changed much either in the few weeks absence. "So, tell me what you've done the last few weeks."