She looked over at Harry, trying to wordlessly tell him to start the conversation, so they wouldn’t bother the poor man for too long, but his gaze was fixated on the necklace Luna’s dad was wearing. Ron’s eyes, on the other hand, were staring at the interesting lamp on the table in front of them; it looked like some sort of mystical creature out of a children’s book. The body of a Hippogriff with a head of something she didn’t know. Somehow it was cute, but the eyes of the creature were too penetrating for her liking.