Luna attempted to sit down, but it was rather difficult. She was dressed up as the Fountain of Magical Brethren for the Halloween banquet that was held at the Parkinson's that year. The bottom of her robes was the basin. The creatures from the fountain were attached at various places on the rest of her outfit, and charmed to appear as though they were had water spewing out of them.
Once she managed to come to a somewhat comfortable position on the edge of a chair in a sitting room, she stayed still for quite a while. So long in fact, that someone mistook her for an actual fountain.
"I wish that I'll meet someone decent at one of these parties." Luna heard a boy mutter, before tossing a sickle in her basin. It was then that she turned and greeted him, not at all deterred by the fact that his cold grey eyes took in her costume with distaste. It had been her father's idea and design, anyway.