Luna watched the door fall closed after Harry and Pansy and took a sip of her cooling tea. She was worried for him.
She had dealt with a similar mental battle during her years at Hogwarts and she saw the necessity of letting him solve this himself.
But how could he when he could not tell what it was that was bothering him? Yes, she would coax it out of him, so he could tell other people and that would help. Wasn't that a good idea?
Really, she didn't know herself how to deal with such conflict, her solution had always been burrying problems she couldn't solve under smaller ones.
Luna stood and crossed the room to turn off the light. It's comforting absence made it easier to control the thoughts that were flitting around her cranium like a frightended school of fish trapped in the confined space.
She could go check on the pixies again. What time was it? 9:20 pm. They would be asleep already, most likely. The falling cold and darkness of night endangered their delicate limbs.
She would go out, that was it, yes. She could go to a muggle bar, have a cup of lavender tea and chat up strangers. Could live her friend's dream for one evening and follow the spoor of ordinary people and be unknown.
She usually went out Mondays, today was Friday. Would it make a difference? Other than being the day kelpies were most likely to appear; there was little that was special about Fridays.
It shouldn't be a problem.
Luna dressed up, grabbed her coat - the one with the peacock feathers - and stepped into the cool evening air.