Disclaimer: I've never owned Harry Potter and I never will.

As Xenophilius was making his way to his study, he was happily thinking of an article one of his writers had sent him regarding sightings of an entire flock of Blibbering Humdingers in northern Brazil, complete with actual photos. This was going to be his most popular Quibbler edition ever; he just knew it!

But when he got there a horrible sight met his eyes. Luna was sitting on the floor in front of his printing press humming to herself; she had gotten hold of a large amount of the paper he used to print his magazines and had drawn pictures on most of it, and the rest she was now cutting into paper Snorkacks.

"LUNA!" Xeno roared, his face turning a deep shade of red.

The three-year-old looked up. "Oh, hello Daddy."

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT PLAYING NEAR MY PRINTING PRESS?!" her father yelled. "AND I WAS GOING TO USE THAT PAPER TO PRINT MY MAGAZINES! AND INSTEAD I FIND YOU DRAWING ALL OVER IT!" He then seized Luna roughly by the arm and dragged her to her room. "And you are going to stay in here and think about what you've done!"

"But Daddy..." Luna started.

"QUIET!" shouted Xeno right before he shut the bedroom door and hurried back downstairs. He sank to his knees near his printing press, whimpering. The next edition of The Quibbler was due in two days! How was he ever going to print it now?

Pandora came out of the lab a half hour later to find her husband sobbing in front of the printing press, a huge mess of ruined paper on the floor surrounding him. It didn't take long for her to put two and two together. "Luna?" she asked. Xeno nodded.

"I'll go and talk to her," Pandora assured him. She then proceeded to Luna's bedroom, where the little girl was sitting on her bed stroking her kitten Newt while he was stretched out on her lap.

"Luna, can you explain what happened with your daddy's paper?"

Luna looked up at her mother. "I was drawing on it and I made some of it into paper Snorkacks."

"But why did you do such a thing?"

"I ran out of drawing paper and I wanted to use something to draw on. And the paper Daddy uses for The Quibbler was the only paper I could find."

Pandora walked over to Luna's bed and sat down. "Listen. I understand how much you love to draw, but your daddy really needs that paper. Without it he can't print his magazines. The next time you run out of drawing paper you should just ask me or Daddy for more, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mummy," the little girl said, hanging her head in shame.

"Good. Now I want you to apologize to your father."

"Will you come with me?" Luna asked.

"No, Luna," Pandora said, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "This is something you have to do on your own."

So Luna went back downstairs where her father sat slumped on the sofa with his head buried in his hands. She gently tapped him on the shoulder. "Daddy?"

Xeno looked up. "Yes, Luna?"

"I'm sorry I messed up your papers. I promise I won't do it again."

"Apology accepted," Xeno replied, picking the toddler up and giving her a big hug. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you. Now why don't we go down to the kitchen for some of your mummy's Dirigible Plum biscuits?"

"Okay!" Luna said cheerfully as her father carried her downstairs.

The next day, after Luna had been put down for a nap, Pandora came up into the study to talk to her husband.

"Good news, Xeno," she said. "I owled the Fawcetts yesterday evening asking if they had any spare paper you could use. Mr. Fawcett just came by with this." She held up a sheaf of papers and handed them to Xeno.

"Thank you!" Xeno exclaimed, hugging his wife and kissing her on the cheek. "Dora, you truly are a lifesaver!" He then got to work printing his magazine while Pandora went to check on Luna, and as she looked down at her daughter sleeping with her thumb in her mouth, she couldn't help but smile. Luna could be a handful at times, but she was really a good little girl.