[It's her door. There's a little radish hanging off the door knocker. It's part self-protection, part indication for anyone who might know her.
She glances through the peephole before opening the door. Maybe she should be more careful than just that, but she's too relieved to see someone she knows to do it.]
[Trust Luna to put her quirks on anything. The door opens, and Ron has not gotten tired of seeing a familiar face - some of the tension bleeds out of him. He thinks about hugging her, then second guesses himself and settles for taking in anything out of place. Ron might not be the most observant bloke in England, but it's hard to hear that she's been kept at Malfoy bloody Manor and not look for signs of harm.]
[There's a fading black eye on her left side and an almost painfully thin look to her, when she opens the door. The worst of the scars are hidden beneath the long sleeves of her shirt-- will remain that way for some time. Still, the gauntness and general air of frailty to her will be enough of a hint at what she'd been through.
She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]
Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?
Oh, no, thank you very much. The owner of Fortescue's is my Mum's uncle-- or, well, my Mum back in our time, anyways-- and he was kind enough to let me stay. He's been feeding me quite a bit.
[Understandably so, given... Well, how she looks.
She steps back nonetheless to let him in, a continued smile on her face.]
Do come in. Speaking of food, I've actually some leftovers if you need any, but right now I think I might go for some tea.
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She glances through the peephole before opening the door. Maybe she should be more careful than just that, but she's too relieved to see someone she knows to do it.]
Hello, Ron.
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Hi. How long have you been up here?
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She still manages a smile, though. It's nothing bright and it doesn't reach her eyes, but it's still a smile.]
Not long. Barely a week, yet. Have you been here long?
[In this time period, obviously.]
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'Bout the same - Luna, are you all right? Do you need-- [Healing? Rest and relaxation? Destressing?] --Something to eat?
[wellness begins and ends with food, in Ron's humble opinion. He is also bad at these things, even when he tries not to be.]
so late
[Understandably so, given... Well, how she looks.
She steps back nonetheless to let him in, a continued smile on her face.]
Do come in. Speaking of food, I've actually some leftovers if you need any, but right now I think I might go for some tea.