Temptation
Forty minutes left. Luna stifled a yawn. Thirty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. Professor Binn's monotone voice droned on in the background. She couldn't stand it anymore. What he told was utter bullshit anyway. The important role of Bonnacord's mistress, Ortlinde von Tintenburg, in the formation of the International Confederation of Wizards was completely left out. Every child knew that Ortlinde's obscene ice sculptures had offended the wizards of Liechtenstein, not Bonnacord's illegal involvement with mountain trolls. Thirty-nine minutes and nine seconds. She fumbled with the box in the pocket of her robe. Thirty-eight minutes and forty-seven seconds. Maybe it wasn't wise to try this out in class. It came from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, after all. Thirty-eight minutes and thirty-five seconds. The pirate on the box winked at her. Thirty-eight minutes and twenty-four seconds. It was enough. She muttered the incantation printed on the crimson card that came out of the box …
… and fell. Luna was somewhere under water, but she could breathe. It felt like flying. Small fishes swam along her, occasionally tickling her arms and legs, but she didn't pay attention to them. In the depths of the water, something lured her. She swam faster and faster, eager to know what it was. Its call was irresistible. She swam with wide strokes, panting with effort. It was dark, but Luna could just see something large in the distance. She couldn't make out what it was, but she was drawn to it, like a pin to a magnet. Now, she could see it must be some kind of animal, a cephalopod probably. It seemed to be performing some kind of ballet. Its tentacles waved and swirled in an elegant dance, seducing her, enticing her. She swam closer. The creature reached out with one of its tentacles and she grasped it with her hand. Another one wound itself around her ankle. The world went pitch black. Was she fainting? No, she could feel a tentacle wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter. The Squid engulfed her in its embrace. Another tentacle traced the inside of her leg, slowly making its way up.
Even professor Binns looked up when Luna fell off her chair with a loud crash. She got quickly on her feet, ignoring the puzzled stares of the other students, and wiped the drool off her chin. Somehow, she knew she would make it through another year of History of Magic.