Luna nodded once and then again for good emphasis, before she canted her head just so the the side in semi-distraction. Part dreaminess, and part memory, really. "Not many like werewolves among them, not even when they are safe. Even with Wolfsbane potion." It still lingered, at the edges of society. The fact that Arthur Weasley was Minister of Magic kept anti-werewolf laws from passing, and that he was backed by multiple heroes and heroines from the Final Battle only strengthened his power base. Still, the balding man seemed to keep his head and serve his office as he should. With not a single Heliopath in sight.
It certainly was surprising that it was taking Sam so long to escape his own ropes. Didn't everyone have experience with being tied up and left places? Because, if they did, they would know that getting out of your bonds was one of the first thing that you needed to do. Anything else would only be hampered with something tying you down or at least tied around you.
In all honesty, while Sam was indeed very pretty, Luna had not exactly considered anyone she had met so far as anything other than they were. Later she could draw her own conclusions, connections and possible attractions, but for the moment she had to at least try to orient herself in this new environment first.
Knocking Sam over had been exactly Luna's goal, from the moment she had sensed the movement of the animal behind her. Throwing herself to the ground would still have ended up with the wolf flying straight at the man she had woken up tied to (which really should have been considered an odder situation to her than it was). This way it gave them both that much more of a chance. The witch did not have much experience with animals attacking, at least not out of a few out of control classes, and definitely not much with non-sentient animals.
The wolf's sharp claws had dug in just a bit as he had pushed off, but it had been mostly the force of it knocking her fully to the ground that had caused her to call out as she had. Lying face down on the ground, with some mud smeared on her cheek, Luna did her best to move quickly to pick herself up. There were still two wolves, and while she heard one whimper in pain from a blow, she could at least try to help. The blonde wished for her wand for an instant, as she grabbed two small handfuls of mud and scrambled towards where Sam was on his back.
Unconventional, yes, but when she slapped her hands over the animal's eyes with fistfuls of mud, Luna was remembering that temporarily taking away your opponent's sight was one of the main strategies of dueling.