Disclaimer: Once again I do not own Harry Potter.
"As all of Wizarding Britain continues to celebrate the downfall of You-Know-Who, concerns are being raised regarding how much activity is being noticed by the Muggles..." droned the voice on the wireless as the Lovegood family sat down to dinner.
"Open wide. Here comes the broom! Whoosh!" Pandora said as she directed the spoon of strained squash into nine-month-old Luna's mouth. She then turned and saw that Xenophilius had barely touched his food.
"A Knut for your thoughts, dear?"
Xeno heaved a deep sigh. "Dora, I swear, people are so narrow-minded! I don't know what I'll do if I lose another job."
"Well," Pandora asked as she continued to feed Luna, "have you considered finding a job that you truly enjoy? A job that you could be really passionate about?"
"Dora, right now all I care about is securing a good-enough job to support us financially. We do have a daughter to raise, after all."
"Yes, that's true, but you were clearly not happy with the jobs you had in the past. I took up spell experimentation because it's what I love. Perhaps you could find something you love as well."
Xeno smiled. "I'll think about it." They continued to eat in silence until Pandora got up and said "Shall I serve the pudding, then?" and went to fetch the pudding from the counter.
"Puh-ing!"
Both adults turned to the infant in shock.
"Puh-ing!"
"Xeno..." said Pandora slowly. "I think she's trying to say..."
"Puh-ding! Pudding! Pudding pudding pudding pudding!"
Xenophilius and Pandora exchanged smiles.
"Our little girl," said Xeno, "has just spoken her first word."
A/N: So just in case you're wondering, I've had a headcanon that Xenophilius worked several odd jobs, getting fired from every one due to his eccentricities and odd beliefs, before he began running The Quibbler.