"He's a mouse," Luna answered as she took the tray from him, moving to set it down on her little makeshift table. She'd looked through the few things left in the basement, of course, and had found nothing to work with. A few boxes that, if broken up, could possibly be used as self-defense, but that wasn't going to get her very far with someone who had magic. "He doesn't like it when you come down, so he hides... He'll come back out while I'm eating to beg for crumbs."
She picked up the old tray, moving over to hand it back to him, so he could take it upstairs. "How do you keep people from asking why the cellar's locked?" she asked curiously. "Have you never used it for storage? It seems a waste of space not to."