Luna knocked on Neville's door, and waited patiently. Or, as patiently as she could manage, which meant about fifteen seconds before she knocked again. As soon as he opened the door, she smiled at him cheerily. "I'll bet you don't have any food in the house again. Am I right?" "Um," he responded articulately. "Probably not, but I'm certain I have tea this time." He moved aside so she could enter. Brushing past him, she headed for his kitchen and inspected his cabinets and icebox. "You appear to... read more