Luna looked after John's retreating back and half-shrugged. She'd rather liked the man - he was unusual, even by Wizarding standards. Someone who could claim easy familiarity with gods and angels certainly would be interesting. Maybe not the center of attention at a cocktail party, but nevertheless, interesting.

"Oh my," said Luna as Bran yawned widely, little pink tongue showing. Really, at this age all babies seemed to resemble one another. "I think it's time for little Bran's nap," laughed Luna lightly, handing Bran back to Uriel.