"Take a seat," said Luna. "There's not a lot of room. But I don't mind a squeeze if you don't."
"Yes," said Hermione. Her voice was weak and indecisive. Where were the seats? She scratched at the neck of her sweater and turned half a circle where she stood. "Umm."
Luna giggled, genuinely smiling. "Sorry." She snapped her fingers sharply. Almost instantly, a small drawer on the bureau jerked open.
"Huh?" said Hermione aloud. "What's in there?"
Luna laughed then turned back to the door. "Make yourself comfy, Harry's friend."
A rustling, groaning noise emerged from the drawer, followed closely by a bulge of velvet fabric. The velvet shape swelled and wriggled, climbing from the drawer as if too big. Hermione stepped back. She'd seen magic furniture before, but this seemed a little aggressive. With another groan the velvet cushion burst from the drawer and slumped down onto the floor.
"Is it getting bigger?" Hermione was horrified and intrigued at the same time. She stepped to the door to speak to Luna. But the tiny hall must also have been her changing space. Luna was slipping the short running pants down to her ankles.
"It depends on how big you want it." Luna leaned against the wall and kicked the pants to one side.
Hermione gasped and looked back to the cushion. It was now the size of a small bean bag. Barely room to squat on. "Just a bit more," she remarked.
The cushion made more robust squawks and the velvet rippled and stretched itself into a more substantial, inviting seat. The beans inside swelled and popped audibly, tiny clouds of starch puffing out then clearing.
"Uh. I'll sit now," she said, approaching the bean bag. She slipped off her jacket and beret, clapping them across her front as she lowered herself. The fabric was soft and yielding, the filling firm and comfy.
"Well," she remarked. "That's warm!" She had expected the bean bag to be cool and uncomfortable.
Luna stepped back into the room, more relaxed in a silken skirt made of shiny fabric strips that rippled on their own. "As hot as you want it," she giggled.
Hermione giggled nervously. Luna seemed more friendly towards her now, more relaxed.
"You have a funny house," she said.
Luna rocked her head positively. "It used to be a caravan. Then I made it a marquee." She looked up at the focal point of the ceiling. "But it's been here long enough. Bits added here and there. It all sort of looks after me."
Hermione paused. What should she say next? She just wanted to sit and hold her jacket and listen to the jingling and rustling of the little home.
Luna wrinkled out a thin smile. "I'll make a tea." She stepped lightly over to one of the upper drawers and stretched up. "I have some Japanese leaf up here."
Hermione clutched her jacket closer to her chest, surprised at the grace of Luna as she almost danced up to the tiny drawer. "Yes, please," she whispered.