"Come in!" she said loudly at the sound of the knock.
Lisa was, indeed, used to the drone of muggle voices outside. It seemed as though one could not crowd silently, but instead have conversations with everyone around you at once. At the moment of Luna's arrival, Lisa had been perched on the desk in the top -- having pushed it adjacent to the window so she could watch the muggles whenever she pleased. Through the window, the view looked much of what a muggle news cast would look like on the television, although, granted, without the ticker at the bottom that spewed information. Lisa had truly grown accustomed to muggle life while she was living amongst them for so long -- she actually missed the muggle way of life. It was a little more purposeful; they had to work for everything. They could not flick their wand. Instead, they valued hard labor.
Lisa put out her cigarette in the ash tray that lay next to her on the desk before clambering, the opposite of grace, off her crow's nest, of sorts. Having lived amongst the muggles for so long, she tended to wear only muggle clothing -- finding it more comfortable and, thus, blending in amongst them more easily. Her style was simplistic, a simple, loose t-shirt, jeans, boots, and a thick jacket. February weather was not always kind to London.
As she made her way over to the door, Lisa grabbed her sack from the foot of her bed and threw it over her shoulder -- it contained a notebook, a few pens, her wand, and a few other miscellaneous things that gradually found their way into the sack over time.
"Luna!" Lisa smiled genuinely and embraced the girl as she entered the room. Luna was the first old friend that Lisa had seen since her return to London, and although the two had never been very close -- what with Luna being so involved in the DA and Lisa avoided any thing war related that she possibly could -- Lisa appreciated the sight of Luna very much. "You look brilliant, lady. Like a true muggle. Want for a coat, though? How've you been?"