"No, no Luna, sadly. I'd like to meet her, actually." Martha sighed softly, and then she moved towards the cottage door. "Mr. Lovegood helped us. There was an instance where we needed dittany and he had some that he'd distilled himself." There was a lowness in her tone, because Martha didn't want to talk about the circumstances under which they'd needed the potion from the man, and how they were her fault. Well, maybe they were this place's fault; Martha still hadn't worked it out yet.

Martha put her hand over the front door for a moment, and she stepped inside the cottage with all it's wood and windows. It wasn't home yet, but it had a familiar home-like feel. "Come in."