"Besides," Luna spoke as she fumbled over a particularly tight knot, "One of my professors and a brother of a friend were and are werewolves." Thinking of Professor Lupin was always a sad subject, that he had fallen in the final battle, killed by Dolohov. He had been such a good Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, except for three days a month. And William Weasley was a brilliant curse breaker, and had been for years.
"Christmas is lovely," she told him quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the rain, but not loud enough to draw more attention than was necessary. Just in case. "With indoors outside and outdoors inside. Warm fires, eggnog, presents." It was her favorite holiday, at least after Beltaine. Snow and fire came second to flowers and springtime, at least for her.
Kneeling in the mud, in her pajama pants and Marvel tee shirt, she waited for Sam to unravel himself from what was left of the ropes once she got the last knot necessary undone. Once he was free, she stood. Although, even with her standing and him sitting, she could not claim a good deal of height on Sam Winchester. "Weasley Is Our King," she answered, while she looked around their surroundings as best she could through the haze and the downpour. "Students used to sing it after matches when the Gryffindors played."
"I do hope they are not looking for a virgin sacrifice," she wondered aloud, as if she was trying to decide whether blackberries or blueberries were her favorite. "Would you be safe?" It would be pointless to wonder if she was, because she already knew the answer to that. Still, it would be better for him to be aware that it would not be a problem in her case, just so all information was shared. "They are usually only attempted on one of the four major solstices, equinoxes, but perhaps their information is incorrect?" Turning in place, she paused for only a second to look back at Sam, "Oh and it would not be a problem for me."
He nodded to a tree across from him, and when she peered in that direction, she caught sight of something shining for the space of a Nargle's sneezebeat. When he thanked her, she bobbed her head and beamed brightly for a second. "You're welcome Sam."
The plants moved, and the much taller man was immediately given full authority and trust in Luna's mind, as she froze in place.