Luna relaxed a little, but was still worried. Her father had been all right last time they'd seen him... But their home was gone. Which meant everything her father had worked for was gone, too. Oh dear.
Luna made a face at Griphook. "Don't complain about Barnabas again, Griphook." At his name, the mouse scrambled out of his hiding spot, looking around for Luna. She reached down and let him climb into her hand before straightening again. "There are other mice here, anyway." Whether he was talking about her pet mouse, the other mice, or something else entirely was another issue, one Luna was going to pretend didn't exist.