They took their usual seats and he lifted his arm for Luna to slot beneath it. When she leaned into him he felt everything slide into place, her soft hair tickled his arm as she rested her head against it. He looked around the room in fascination, fixating on all the many colours Luna had transfigured the furniture into;  hot pink cushions, bright yellow side tables, Mandela patterned throw blankets and huge fluffy rugs, each as inviting as a bed. 