"Luna, you're not ill. That's wonderful..." Harry froze for a moment, then forced out a smile and said against his will, "Ginny misses you a lot..."
"Oh, thank you, Harry." Luna's misty eyes swept over Harry, then her attention turned straight to the bar. She raised her hand and, rather rudely, called out her order at the top of her voice. "Madam Rosmerta! Gillyweed Juice! Two glasses!"
Seeing Luna wave and then hearing her shout, Madam Rosmerta did not get angry at the yelling. On the contrary, she breathed a sigh of relief. The moment she had made out the other girl's swollen belly, she had felt rather awkward, not knowing how to react without embarrassing or angering her, and she had not wanted to go over at a time like this. The landlady of the Three Broomsticks began preparing the drinks, though inwardly she could not help grumbling to herself that Headmaster Harris had actually gone and gotten a young girl pregnant at such an age.
After waiting quite a while longer for Allen, and seeing that he still had not explained why he had dragged him here, Snape said with a dark face, "Headmaster Harris, if you want to hear people's opinions on your speech, you should choose someone more professional..."
"Severus, you think that passage just now was good? Then I'll have to write it down." Allen moved Anka, who had grown uneasy because Luna had come over, onto his other shoulder. "A good explanation is still necessary. At the very least, it can keep people from being used as tools for incitement."
Harry lowered his head and adjusted his glasses. His understanding of Allen had just been refreshed. That bit just now really had been him practicing a speech... and Harry had even thought it made