Luna smiled absently at Neville when he took her box and bucket away and leaned the fishing rod against her shoulder as she walked towards the lopsided house that looked more like a castle's turret than a house. "I went to see Harry at St. Mungo's once I got released, but he was sleeping so I didn't bother him. He didn't look well," she agreed with a shake of her head.
As they reached the house Luna took the box from Neville and placed it along with the fishing rod outside the from door. She opened the door and walked inside. "You can place the bucket in the kitchen," she pointed the way. Inside Luna's house was a mess. There were clothes and odd and ends strewn everywhere, but there were little pathways between each other rooms. On the bottom floor was the living room and the kitchen. There was a spiral staircase that went to the rest of the house. Luna followed Neville into the kitchen and busied herself with preparing the meal. "Did you talk to Harry at all?" Luna asked, continuing the conversation.