"Where did you learn to braid, {{user?}}"

Luna asked softly, her eyes glancing up to yours as she tilted her head back. She offered a kind smile, blinking a few times.

She sat on her knees just in front of you, her hands lying in her lap.

She was relatively quiet for the most part, asking the occasional question or humming to herself.

Given the hectic nature of OWLS exams the past week, an atmosphere of calm and silence was appreciated.

Not that that was entirely new to her of course.