"...Love, what are you doing?" Luna turned her head to look at her husband and smiled happily.
"Decorating for the Christmas ball tomorrow!" she answered cheerily, returning her attention to the Christmas tree that she was decorating with strange puffballs.
Harry blinked. "I'm not sure the members of the Wizengamot will like the huge inflated Blibbering Humdinger in the entrance hall, Luna," he said mildly, and Luna hummed.
"Yes, they'll find it quite preposterous, which is perfect," she said dreamily. Harry's lips twitched.
"Why is it perfect for them to find it preposterous?" he asked curiously.
"Well, all the great wizards seem to have led very preposterous lives," Luna answered pensively, "so I'm doing what I can to make sure that you do, too."
Harry was struggling not to laugh. "Luna, love, I think you mean 'prosperous'." She turned to look at him again, an expression of mild surprise on her face.
"Doesn't it mean the same thing?"
Harry lost the fight and ended up on the floor from laughing so hard. So many things from the past few years made perfect sense now...