"The party's over already?" a short pale girl with a mane of white blond hair trailing behind her asked from halfway down the block. Her voice was overly calm and serene. She was clutching a box to her chest and wore pink glasses that were too big for her face and seemed to be covered in glitter.

The Doctor delved his hands into his pockets and approached her. "Harry's? Nah, it's just getting started—I'd say," he said.

"You're Harry's friend? I don't think I've met you," she said placing a finger to her lip as she tried to remember. "You do look familiar, though."

"Maybe I've just got one of those faces. You're—let me guess, Luna?"

She nodded. "Now I know I know you from somewhere…" her words died out as she returned to thought. A moment later she drew a magazine up from between the box she held. "That's it, you're in my copy of The Quibbler," she opened the magazine and started to read. "A nameless faceless Wizard or Warrior—known only as the Doctor, I knew I'd seen you before…"

"Let me see that," the Doctor said and she handed it to him. He flipped through. "Well this is a terrible drawing of me. I'm not a Wizard…I'm not even human and—hey how do they know about Crumple-Horned Snorkack?" the Doctor asked.

Luna beamed. "People don't seem to want to believe, but I kept telling them…" she said in a tone that belonged to someone much younger.

"How would you like to see one, get proof for yourself?" asked the Doctor.

"Okay, but the party—" said Luna.

"I've got a time machine, I can have you back before you ever left…" the Doctor said. "Open invitation we can see as much or as little as you like—you might even be able to write The Quibbler with a few things they got wrong…"

Luna followed him back toward the TARDIS. "Is that it, the blue box? Your time machine? It's stunning," she said with a dazed smile.

"You like that? Then prepare to be amazed, Luna," with a snap of his fingers the TARDIS door opened bathing the lane in golden light.

She stared through the door. "Whoa—" she couldn't tear her gaze away from the inside of the ship. After a moment she said. "Okay, I just need to leave Harry and the others a note with the gift," she pulled out a slip of parchment and a quill pen from her bag and scribbled the not down.

Friends,

Gone with the Doctor, be back soon.

Love,

Luna Lovegood

She tore off the slip of parchment and ran back to place it on the door with the package. "One more things Luna, could you write something down for me on a small strip of parchment and kindly slip it into this pocket watch?" he said handing the small object over to her. "Two words, seven letters—bad wolf."

Luna did as instructed and handed the watch back to him. "Is that good?"

"It's brilliant," he said. "Now if you will," he offered his arm and she grasped hold. "We've got a short trip to take into the past—I need to deliver something to myself," the Doctor said.

"That's all very interesting," Luna said.

As they neared the door he guided her in first. "Not as interesting as that lovely pair of glasses you have—I have some almost like it," the Doctor stepped in behind her and closed the door.