"Well, no... we were just moving things around, but I uh..." his hand shot to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously. "I sort of forgot to tell her you were coming over today." he mumbled. It was true, it'd completely slipped his mind. He'd offered for his Father to come over before they were really moved in together, and nearly the moment the invitation was extended, it was forgotten. "Anyway.. Dad, this is Luna..." he said, remembering his manners. He never meant to put either of them on the spot, but he'd had so much going on lately... "And... Luna, this is my Dad." he smiled a bit apologetically in her direction.
Luna opened her mouth to tell him it was Friday, but before she could even get it out Harry was explaining who was likely on the other side of the door. "Harry, it's fine," she assured him, even has began moving toward the door. Her attention, however was sharply drawn as the stack of books began to tip. In a flash she pulled her wand from where it secured her hair atop her head.
The books froze in midair before gently floating to rest on the coffee table. She didn't really even have much of a chance to be concerned, not that there really was much cause for that. Wearing the long sleeved pink shirt Harry seemed to like and navy corduroy trousers, she reckoned she'd likely looked far less presentable. Though Harry seemed a touch nervous, she found herself feeling a bit more at ease in contrast. Maybe it was because Harry suddenly seemed a little uneasy, because they seemed to sort of... balance each other that she found herself growing more comfortable. "Hello, Mr. Potter," she greeted, walking over and extending her hand.
Pushing the door shut behind him, James shook his head despite the fact that his smile didn't diminish in the slightest. When he looked back at Luna she still had that wide-eyed expression, but he was starting to think that perhaps that was simply the way she looked. Even that didn't seem to detract from the fact that she was plenty cute. He chuckled a bit as he took her hand.
"Jame, please," he amended. He wasn't nearly old enough for that sort of formality. Making something of a show of looking her over, James looked back to Harry and said, "Well, at least now I can understand why we don't see all that much of you- not that I can blame you," he added with a wink in Luna's direction.
James figured it always did well to flirt just a tiny bit, as it always seemed to make everyone feel a bit more easy. He wanted Luna to know that he liked her, even without having met her, based purely on the look of Harry's face every time he mentioned the girl his son now lived with.
At his father's comment about not seeing him much, he flushed a bit, but recovered nearly as quickly. He stepped over to Luna, slipping an arm around her shoulders, smiling happily. "And this, Dad, is our home." he said proudly. "Sorry it's a bit of a mess... we've been moving her in and getting everything settled." he looked around, smiling to himself. "What do you think?" he asked, referring to everything from the flat to the lovely lady next to him.
Luna blinked a bit at James' greeting. She was rather certain she took his meaning, which was just a little surprising for... well, your boyfriend's father. Then again, this was hardly a typical situation. Maybe it was the difference in their energy, their silently projected personas, but Luna didn't they looked as identical as she'd been told they did. Even though she supposed James was joking, she couldn't help but feel a creep of heat into her cheeks as he mentioned how much of Harry's time she occupied.