She seems to be somewhat okay after that. She's talkative enough during dinner, and afterwards asks Luna to sit down with her in the living room to watch the new episode of some Dungeons and Dragons play by play they both follow. Luna sits down on the floor between her knees, and Draco takes to braiding the mountain of frizzy blonde curls into a delicate fairy-like design. It's still her, Harry thinks, just with the volume turned down. It reminds him a bit of when she gets soft after a few drinks, though it irks him that this is what had to happen to get her there. So he makes tea for all of them and tries not to get overwhelmed by the domesticity of it all. He manages to sneak out through the back door unnoticed, leaving Luna and Draco in the living room with their second cup of tea, and hurries to the closest grocery store. He buys a mushy blueberry muffin and a pack of birthday candles, before rushing back and hiding them in his bedside table in his room. 