The Marauders simultaneously turned to see the owner of the soft voice. One Luna Lovegood stood by the edge of the long table, right where Neville and Maia were seated. Wordlessly, the young Ravenclaw first year nudged Neville over in order to sit beside him. She aimed an absentminded smile at him, something he dazedly reciprocated. The rest present were understandably confused but seeing as neither the Golden Trio nor the twins were bothered by the new development, they shrugged it off. Luna must have been meant to join them sooner or later if the nonchalance was a hint towards that. She arrived just in time, too, for breakfast to properly begin. The morning meal was filled with laughter and joyful chatter, the party ignorant of the venomous glare a certain dark-haired Gryffindor was sporting.