Dropping her hair from her fingers, Luna watched it filter down, drizzly raindrops attached to it. With her somewhat odd, unblinking eyes, she paused to look over at her companion. "I did not know that, interesting." Facts were always important to collect, you never knew when they could come in handy. Such as those of the male persuasion finding long hair temperature efficient.
"They used to be a part of the Rotfang Conspiracy," she added conversationally. "Attempting to bring down the Ministry of Magic with a combination of gum disease and dark magic." With a little hop, she attempted to see into a hole in one of the trees, before turning around to look at Andy again. "Harry tells me that they have stopped now though."
Missing the sympathy that appeared on his face, Luna's one expression settled into one of happy serenity. As if they were not in the middle of nowhere with no clue as to where, or how they got there. This could be an informative adventure. She might not have been an adventure seeking Gryffindor, but the Ravenclaw in her was brimming with curiosity to know more. It might not be the first time she had appeared where she had no idea where she was, but at least this time it was outdoors and not in any dungeons. That was a definite plus.
"I went there once," she mentioned offhandedly. "Stone Sprites had attacked the foundation, although it would likely not be as interesting without their presence."
The wind and rain picked up loose strands of her hair and whipped them around her face, as she looked up at the (relatively) massive structure. "Maybe there's a fireplace, and we can Floo out of here," she added hopefully. "I was at the Quibbler in London myself."