Luna bent down and squeezed through a small, moss-covered doorway with some difficulty.
Her long, pale blond hair had been casually twisted into a slightly untidy bun, with a few loose strands hanging beside her pale cheeks.
The wand she had just been holding, ready to cast a spell at any moment, was now tucked crookedly into her bun like an inconspicuous wooden hairpin, looking as though it might fall out at any moment.
A small, shriveled yellow flower was tucked beside the bun-a shrunken sunflower. As he put it, the dungeon was too short on sunlight, and bringing it along might make the depths of the dungeon feel a little warmer.
She still wore that necklace of Butterbeer corks around her neck, but every cork was densely covered with carved runes: phases of the moon, abstract bird totems, and some twisted petal symbols. In short, no one could say exactly what magical powers these things possessed.
A pair of Chinese-Style Little Bells hung from her ears. As she straightened up, they made a sound that was not particularly clear-a humming noise. She had made them herself, imitating the bells on Hogwarts' Magic Tower. She had once said that the frequency of these bells could alert her to whether Wrackspurts were invading her brain.
Everyone glanced back at Luna, then turned to look at the stone door again.
They began discussing whether to divide it into sections to memorize, with each person remembering the frequency of the flashes in a particular section, then pooling everything to open it.
But things did not go as they hoped. The stone door seemed able to hear their discussion. If the previous sequence and speed of its flashes had been a soothing piece of music, this time it was more like sped-up rock music,