Hello, mah peeps. But not marshmallow peeps, because then I would eat you, and cannibalism is frowned upon in most societies. Mmm, marshmallow peeps. Anyways, here's another chapter of brilliance made up of content that I do not own. Happy belated Easter!

Luna was greatly enjoying the Lindor Truffles that she insisted Riddler buy her as her prize for besting him in a riddle contest. Chocolate really was the best, she mused as she chewed the expensive, delicious goodness.

Chocolate could even help traumatized children get over the terrifying experience of meeting a Dementor, from what she remembered of her second year of schooling. Though, I'm sincerely hoping those sweets weren't drugged… because I have already had my own doubts about Dumbledoor's lemon drops.

The only thing chocolate couldn't help with, was well... was anything that had to do with someone who was lactose intolerant. Those poor people… Well, sucks to be them.

Luna smiled to herself as she ate another truffle. Life was good right now.

Suddenly, she heard a sound from the air ducts. Luna frowned, it sounded like someone was crawling inside the thin, metal area above her head. Looking around to see if anyone else had noticed anything, she set about to find whatever mischief maker was attempting to spy on the villain party.

The game was afoot. Or is the saying 'the game is a foot'? But that wouldn't make any sense… how can a game be a foot? Life isn't made up of appendages. That's just not possible. But then again, my entire life so far has been a series of brutally murdering physics and friendly mushrooms. So therefore, life can be a foot, or a hand, or a butt. No- not a butt. That is too silly, Luna thought, humming Ode To Joy under her breath.

Five minutes of strolling around later, and she had arrived at the nearest uninhabited room that contained an opening for the air vents on the ceiling. The blonde could hear that the visitor was was just about to come upon the opening in question, most likely whoever it was that was up there was just planning on moving farther along the tunnel without even bothering with the exit seemingly in an empty room.

I'm not letting this person get away. Unless this is just my imagination, and I'm going to wake back up in England and then go out for my morning tea with Harry- nope. This is too unbelievable to be fake. Luna cracked her knuckles, and pulled out her wand from her arm holster. Let's do this.

Flicking her magical stick, Luna opened the hatch on the ceiling. And a small person covered in black clothing fell out onto his rear on the ground, groaning and holding his head with his hands. Luna could tell that the kid -who looked to not even be a teenager yet- was not used to wearing black.

She could tell because anyone who would be used to wearing the dark color, would not have mistakenly put on dark blue pants. He probably just thought the pants were also black, but that's still pretty funny.

The kid finally looked up and noticed her, and Luna raised an eyebrow as he just gaped at her. The boy coughed nervously, before glancing around in mock surprise, and then he looked back at her with a very good fake-innocent tilt of the head and said, "sorry, is this not the Chinese takeaway?"

A.N.: Heyo there! I'm sorry I haven't been updating as frequently as I used to, but I've been busy, also because I have no set plot for this story. So if you like this story, please review to brutally murder my writers block!

Also, if you have an idea for a oneshot or something funny for this story, I would love to hear it, and I might even add it and give your name in the author's note as the thinker of the idea! This is too cheerful, humbug. Goodbye, peeps-but-not-marshmallow-peeps.

Oh, and I actually am lactose intolerant, so no offense.\_(-_-)_/