"Thanks!" said Luna. She took a glance at the picture, and inhaled sharply. Momentarily, the same blush colouring Picture-Luna's face appeared on the live model. "Um... no, it's working fine, thanks," the blush making its way down Luna's neck as she tried to smile at Wensley.

'Embarrassed' would not be the right word to describe what Luna was feeling right now. It might do in a pinch, but it really wasn't the right word for the job. It was too small.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to quell the rising red tide, Luna fumbled for a quill in one of her pockets. Wordlessly, she thrust the photograph and the self-inking quill at Sirius.