Luna stopped talking when Ollivander fell asleep. She had been explaining how it was likely that Crumple-Horned Snorkack milk would increase people's ability to sing rock 'n roll.
But Luna didn't feel like talking anymore. She tried to be cheerful for Ollivander, but it was difficult. She hadn't seen the sky for such a long time. She didn't even know how long she had been in this cellar, which normally wouldn't bother her, because what mattered was how long it felt, not how long it actually was. But she had been looking forward to Christmas – she always looked forward to Christmas. She tried not to have a favorite day of the year, because every day was a good day. But she had to admit that she especially liked Christmas day. Everybody was happy on Christmas, and Luna was happy when other people were happy.
Luna's least favorite day was the day her mummy died. She knew it wasn't the day's fault, but she couldn't help disliking it anyway.
It would be good to have a Wrackspurt siphon to clear out her mind. She was thinking such nonsensical thoughts!
Luna shivered. She was pretty sure a Dementor had just passed by the cellar. They always made her think of her mummy. She didn't have a wand, but she tried to overcome the depression the Dementor caused by thinking happy thoughts.
She remembered how she and her daddy would always decorate the entire house for Christmas until the glow from all the lights chased all the Blibbering Humdingers away. They would sing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs, and dance around putting up baubles until every wall and every table was covered with Christmas cheer.
But they always saved the best for last. They didn't bring a Christmas tree into the house, because if trees belonged inside they would grow inside, but there were two crab apple trees standing on either side of their front door that they decorated. But they didn't use regular decorations for the crab apple trees. They used all the decorations that Luna's mummy had made – intricate reindeer made with a spell that manipulated glass, Santas that laughed one after the other to the tune of "Carol of the Bells", tinsel that turned into snowflakes at night, and little angels and snowmen made out of glued together Bertie Bott's.
Luna wondered if her daddy decorated without her. She hoped he did. He shouldn't be sad just because she wasn't there. She was going to do her best to have a great Christmas, whenever it was. She would pretend the darkness was just because it was nighttime. It was cold only because it was snowing. She wasn't at home because Ollivander needed her more than her daddy did, even if he was sleeping right now.
There was a cackle, and the door to the cellar opened to show Bellatrix Lestrange, carrying some crusts of bread for them, which she dumped on the ground. "Merry Christmas!" She cackled some more. It didn't make her look very nice.
Luna knew the only reason Bellatrix would bring them food is so that she could practice her favorite curse on them. Luna hoped today wasn't actually Christmas, because she had a feeling that today was going to become her second least favorite day.
