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Luna Lovegood is still one of the world's greatest enigmas. Theo is reminded of this as he walks into the kitchen of their flat, box of pizza in hand. His girlfriend of two and a half years has left what looks suspiciously like on the table and counters. It leaves behind a damp mark on the wood.
"Do I even want to ask?" He nudges some of the lettuce away from the edge of the table, clearing off a small space and setting the box down. "Or am I better of not knowing?"
"Praxtackles," Luna says, as though that's enough to explain it.
Theo doesn't know what Praxtackles are or whether Luna is trying to summon them or ward them off. Luna is strange and odd, but he has learned to accept her. The fact that he's in love with her only seems to make it easier.
"Right," he says before digging in his shirt pocket and extracting a chocolate bar. It has dried cherries and candied walnuts, and it's Luna's favorite. "I got you something."
Luna accepts it. Smiling brightly, she peels away the pink wrapper. "You think I'm insane," she notes, breaking off a brown square and popping it into her mouth.
"I never said that."
She raises her brows. Though she doesn't say anything, Theo understands. He rolls his eyes. "That was one time!" he insists. "And I said you were eccentric."
"Daddy says that's just a polite way of saying insane."
Theo clears his throat. If he's honest, he used to think that way. Over the years, he's grown up and learned to be more accepting. Now, eccentric is just a word, just a Luna word.
"I can be eccentric too. I believe in what you believe. Ya know… Faith, trust, and pixie dust."
Luna laughs softly and sets her chocolate bar next to the pizza box. She moves closer and pulls Theo into a hug. "You don't, but that's okay. It would be boring if we were all the same."
Theo kisses her forehead. He will never really understand her, but it doesn't matter. He loves the ongoing mystery. "Come on," he says, pulling away and walking to the table. He opens the box, licking his lips in anticipation of the cheesy, herby goodness. "I'm starving."