"All wars are unappealing, but yes, even less so now." Luna's voice was usually soft and breathy to begin with, but it was even quieter now, under her breath to not be overheard by the professor or the other students around them. (It was, perhaps, not ideal for the Boy Who Lived, hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, to be caught woolgathering in-class.) She may be a Ravenclaw, but that didn't necessarily mean slavish devotion to academics: not when it was a subject she cared so little for.

She wasn't even directly looking at her piece of craft, either; Luna was assembling it by automatic muscle memory and touch, eventually folding a little white unicorn into existence. Once it stood on its spindly paper legs, she tapped its head with a delicate finger — and the origami creation kicked its feet, tossed its head, and started prancing around her desk, before taking a graceful leap over to Harry's. Luna watched it go, a bit like a proud mum.