Vizet and Luna explained what had happened, while Xenophilius Lovegood sat in his chair, still wearing that somewhat strange expression.
"Mr. Lovegood..." Vizet said, "that's more or less what happened."
"What am I supposed to say?" The corner of Xenophilius's mouth twitched, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. "Mr. Bonham... really is a man who does what he says?"
"Or should I say... he really is very considerate... To keep you from getting bored here, he specially called a board meeting and got you the title of Honorary Consultant?"
Vizet and Luna's eyes met. Though neither of them spoke, the corners of their mouths rose slightly in perfect understanding.
"Forget it, forget it!" Xenophilius scratched his head, and his originally well-groomed hair became disheveled. "It's dinnertime. We might as well go get something to eat..."
"It'll count as a little celebration for you too..." He stood up, picked up his wand, and cast a restoring charm on his hair. "Let's go to that Italian Restaurant we've been visiting these past two days!"
The tearoom on the sixth floor of St. Mungo's also served proper meals. Before, when Vizet was still unconscious, Luna would usually have lunch in the tearoom;
After Xenophilius got off work, he would take Luna outside to eat, then return to the publishing house to work overtime, and come back around nine o'clock to pick Luna up and go home together.
Xenophilius went back to the publishing house to work overtime, while Vizet and Luna returned to the ward and set about sorting through the various parcels piled around them.
After quite a bit of effort, Vizet and Luna finally finished sorting everything into categories.
Looking at the neatly arranged items, Luna smiled and said to Vizet, "It feels like we