"Mama, what is a Nargle?"
The man across the room nearly spat out his drink from across the room at the sudden question that had come from his son. "Yes, my dear, what is a Nargle?" he chuckled.
Confusion seemed to paint itself across his wife's features. Many times had she told her husband of her belief in the creatures, so the reiteration of their son's question befuddled her a bit. "Nargles," she began, still glancing suspiciously at the tall blond man across the room. "They're quite mischeivious, little things. Usually, they infest... live in mistletoe."
The small boy's large, grey eyes stared up at his mother in absolute wonderment. "What is mistletoe, Mama?" she questioned. The family had never hung any on the ceilings during the holiday due to her instance of the Nargles that could potentially have been living in the plants.
"It is-"
"Mistletoe is a plant, Scorpious," the man answered from his seat. "People hang it from the ceiling around Christmas, and they-"
"Don't they snog under it if they're with another person?" the child interjected, blinking innocently. "Isn't that what they do?"
The man smirked as his gaze shifted to his wife. "It is indeed," he laughed heartily. "Isn't it, Luna?"
The color red had burst across her cheeks. She tucked a long strand of blond hair behind her ear like she always did when she was uncomfortable. "Go wash up for bed," she muttered before looking over at her pouting son. "Please, Scorpious."
Once the soft pattering of footsteps could only be heard on the top floor of the house, Luna glared in the direction of her husband. "Why so glum, love?" he snickered, sipping his drink.
"Why must you always bring that night up?"
"Why not bring it up?"
"You know very well that the Nargles had invaded my mind that night, Draco," she reminded him. A lock of hair twirled around her finger. Her eyes wandered around dreamily, as they usually did. "In fact-"
"It's because you knew you wanted to be with me then, like you do now."
"I can't remember most of that night."
"Because our little moment under the mistletoe was, with lack of a better phrase, bloody brilliant."
"It was the Nargles. I'm positive of it."