Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Unlike most infants, Luna never cried upon waking up in the mornings. Instead, she would sing in baby talk, which was exactly what she was doing when her mother came into her room on this particular Sunday morning.
"Good morning, Lu-Lu," she cooed. "Did you sleep well?" The thirteen-month-old simply stared at her and gurgled.
"Well then, let's go and get breakfast started, shall we?" Pandora sniffed the air and held Luna up close. "After I change your nappy, of course."
A few minutes later found Pandora busily making breakfast with Luna seated in her high chair, happily babbling. "Dada," said the little girl as Xenophilius entered the kitchen.
He gave his wife a kiss on the cheek before kneeling down to stroke the baby's soft blonde hair and plant a soft kiss on her little forehead. "Good morning, my little moonbeam. Breakfast smells great, dear," he added to Pandora, and within minutes the family sat down to sausages and eggs (and porridge for Luna).
It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was shining with nary a cloud in sight, and there was a gentle breeze caressing Pandora's face as she breathed in the fresh air. To the young woman, it was a lovely day for a walk, so she headed back into the house to fetch Luna.
"Want to go for a walk with Mummy?" she asked the little girl, placing her into her stroller.
"Mummy," Luna repeated, "walk."
"Xeno!" Pandora called. "Luna and I are going for a little stroll. We'll be back soon."
"All right, dear," Xenophilius replied without looking up from the article he was working on, which discussed recent sightings of Heliopaths in Wales.
They had set foot outside and were about to be on their way when Pandora spotted a figure headed up the path towards them, a short, plump, red-headed woman holding a green box. This was Molly Weasley of the Weasley clan, who lived not far from the Lovegoods.
"Hello there!" she called. "Long time no see."
"Likewise," replied Pandora. "What brings you here?"
"I wanted to give you one of my homemade mince pies," said Molly. She then spotted Luna. "And this adorable child must be your daughter! She's the spitting image of you, Pandora."
"Yes, that's my Luna."
"Wuna!" the little girl said, pointing to herself. "Wuna!"
"We were just about to take a little walk," said Pandora. "Would you like to join us?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't stay long. Arthur and the children are waiting for me," answered Molly.
"So, you have seven children now, is that correct?"
"Yes. Finally had a girl about seven months ago. Anyway, I'd best be going. Say hello to Xenophilius for me."
"Will do, and thank you so much for the pie!" Pandora called as Molly headed back to her own home.
"Back so soon?" Xeno asked when he saw Pandora come back into the house with Luna.
"Oh no, we haven't started yet. Molly stopped by to give us one of her mince pies," said Pandora, holding up the box.
Xenophilius scowled. "Pandora! You know perfectly well I don't like mince pie!"
"I'm aware of that," sighed Pandora, "but I couldn't just say no. You know how Molly gets when people reject her cooking."
"Pie! Pie!" Luna begged, trying to reach for the box.
"Not now, sweetie," her mother told her. "This is for after supper."
"PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" Luna wailed, and she burst into tears. Pandora picked her up and immediately began to try to soothe her, saying "Shh, shh, it's okay. No more tears..." She turned to Xeno. "We'd best get going. Maybe being out in the fresh air will calm Luna down."
Sure enough, Luna's sobs began to subside as the two of them went on their way, and before long she was babbling excitedly at all the sights and sounds of the outdoors.
"Oh look, Luna, a butterfly!" Pandora said, pointing at the said insect as it flew around a few times before landing on the baby's tiny hand.
"Buddahfwy," Luna echoed; after a few seconds the butterfly flew off. "Bye-bye buddahfwy."
They continued their walk with Pandora pointing out various sights, from a field of flowers to birds building nests, and after about an hour Luna started rubbing her eyes sleepily, which Pandora interpreted as the cue to head back home. As they made their way back up the path toward the Rook, Pandora couldn't help thinking about how nice it was that her daughter loved nature as much as she herself did.