The morning after our snow-dusted hunt, Hogwarts was quiet but alive with the soft glow of the winter sun. Luna and I crept into the Ravenclaw common room, bundled in thick cloaks and scarves, notebooks in hand, eager to continue documenting our Nargle observations.
"I think they followed us," Luna whispered, eyes twinkling as she peeked into the corners of the room. "They like shiny things… and our notebooks are full of sparkles."
I raised an eyebrow. "You're saying our notes are a danger to the common room?"
"Only if the Nargles decide to explore," she replied with a soft giggle. "We have to be careful… and subtle."
We carefully set our things down on the low table near the window. My cat padded across the floor, sniffing every corner, oblivious to the tiny mischief-makers we suspected were hiding nearby.
"Let's start with a recap," I said, opening my notebook. "Behavioral patterns, sparkle attraction, reaction to snow and wind…"
Luna leaned closer, brushing hair from her face. "And interaction with curious creatures… like your cat."
Before I could respond, a faint rustling came from behind the bookcase. A tiny flash of movement caught my eye.
"There! Did you see that?" I whispered.
Luna's eyes widened. "Yes! A Nargle!" She leaned forward to catch a glimpse, and in her excitement, a small ornament from the mantel tipped over. It rolled across the floor, and my cat bolted after it, knocking over a pile of cushions.
The Nargles, clearly intrigued by the commotion, darted out from the shadows, tiny shapes shimmering like moving confetti. My cat leapt into the fray, swiping at the glittering intruders, who squeaked and zipped around the room with alarming speed.
"Oh no," Luna whispered, laughing nervously. "They're everywhere!"
I lunged to scoop my cat up, but he was too fast, skidding across the floor in pursuit of a particularly bold Nargle that seemed to dance just out of reach. A cushion flew into the fireplace, sending a small plume of soot into the air.
"Dionida!" Luna called, ducking as another Nargle zipped past her ear, glittering in the sunlight. "We need a plan!"
I grabbed a nearby tray, waving it gently to corral the mischievous creatures. Luna held out her hands, murmuring softly, "It's okay, little ones… we just want to observe."
A few moments later, calm began to return. The Nargles, satisfied with the glittering chaos, retreated into the shadows, leaving a trail of sparkling footprints behind. My cat sat proudly on the table, tail high, as if claiming victory.
Luna leaned back, brushing a smudge of soot from her cheek. "Well… that was… educational." She giggled, eyes sparkling. "And fun."
I laughed, ruffling my cat's fur. "Yes, educational. And slightly terrifying."
She smiled, leaning close. "I wouldn't mind this chaos… if it's with you."
I felt my heart skip a beat. "Me neither."
We spent the next hour carefully documenting the aftermath, sketching footprints and noting how the Nargles had interacted with the cat and the common room decorations. Between whispered laughter and careful observation, the room slowly returned to normal — though a few glittering traces lingered as proof of the night's tiny chaos.
By the time we tucked our notebooks away, Luna rested her head against my shoulder. "I think they liked us," she murmured.
"I think they did," I whispered back. "And I think we liked them."
Outside the window, the snow continued to fall softly, dusting the castle in white, and the quiet Hogwarts common room felt like the coziest, most magical place in the world — a secret kingdom for mischief-makers, magical creatures, and two friends who were slowly discovering the extraordinary in every ordinary moment together.
The morning light filtered through the frost-kissed windows of the Ravenclaw tower. Luna sat cross-legged on her bed, letters spread across the quilt like a constellation of paper stars. I watched her fingers dance over a particularly delicate envelope, sealed with wax in a pale blue stamp.
"My father has written," she said softly, her voice catching with a mixture of excitement and something tender, almost shy. "He… he wants us to come for Christmas."
I blinked. "Both of us?"
"Yes," Luna said, smiling faintly. "He said he heard about our… Nargle observations." She tapped the envelope. "He's curious. And he thought… maybe he could help us understand them better. And, of course… he said he'd like to meet you properly."
My heart did a little somersault. Meeting a parent for the first time was always a big deal, but with Luna, it felt more… magical than intimidating.
Luna carefully opened the letter. A faint scent of parchment and ink, faintly sweet, floated out.
> Dear Luna,
I am delighted to hear of your recent Nargle adventures. The frost and twinkling lights of December make them especially curious this time of year. If you and Dionida would like, I would be honored to have you both at our home for the Christmas holidays. There will be warm fires, plenty of tea, and perhaps a few surprises to help with your search for the mischievous Nargles.
With curiosity and affection,
Xenophilius Lovegood
Luna's eyes shone as she read it aloud. "He calls them mischievous. I think he understands them… or at least appreciates their curiosity."
I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "It sounds wonderful. And… it'll be an adventure for both of us."
She nodded, a quiet excitement fluttering in her chest. "Yes. And I… I want to tell him everything. The footprints, the glitter, the way they interacted with the cat. He'll understand."
We sat together, pouring over the details we wanted to share. My notebook was full of sketches, footprints, and tiny notes about Nargle behavior, while Luna had a more whimsical approach — careful descriptions sprinkled with speculation and imagination.
"Should we write together?" I asked. "We can include both our observations and… our thoughts."
"Yes!" Luna whispered, eyes sparkling. "He'll like that. He always encourages curiosity, especially when it's shared."
We spent the next hour drafting the reply. I carefully described my observations, noting every movement, paw print, and flick of snow. Luna added her own flourishes: thoughts on why Nargles might prefer certain shadows, the sparkle patterns they left in snow, and whimsical guesses about their tiny holiday antics.
Finally, we sealed the envelope together. Luna pressed the wax stamp gently, leaving a perfect crescent moon imprint.
"I can't wait for him to see this," she said, smiling at me. "And… I can't wait for you to see our home. It's… strange, warm, and full of curiosities. Just like Nargles."
I leaned closer, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. "Then we'll go together. A proper Nargle expedition, and Christmas too."
She rested her head on my shoulder, and we sat quietly, imagining the snow-dusted fields of her home, the soft glow of lanterns, and the warmth of firesides. Hogwarts felt cozy, but I had a feeling that the Lovegood house, with its eccentric charm and twinkling lights, would be a whole new kind of magic — one I couldn't wait to share with Luna.