Luna thought that pudding was simply the best food in the world. It was soft. It was sweet. It came it all sorts of flavors. Some kinds even melted in your mouth. There was pudding every might at Hogwarts, something she never got at home. It was a trivial thing that made her happy. Walking to dinner, she wondered what the pudding flavor would be.
"Hey, Luna."
She turned to see Harry catch up to her.
"Hello, Harry. How are you?"
"Fine," he replied. Luna took from the look on his face and the fact that he'd been walking alone that he was not find, but didn't press the matter. Instead, she decided to distract him from whatever was on his mind. "Do you like pudding?" she asked him, smiling.
"Pudding?" Harry looked perplexed. "Umm…yeah, I…it's pretty good."
"I love pudding," Luna replied. 'It's simple, but nice in its own way. Don't you agree?"
"Well…yeah, I guess that makes sense," said Harry, still looking confused about why they were discussing pudding. They had reached the Great Hall.
"Enjoy your dinner, Harry." Luna smiled at him, then headed toward the Ravenclaw table. Sitting down, she saw pudding on the table. She smiled.