Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling

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A/N: So I was looking at this and I realized that I already have 11 chapters complete, with at least five more to do...which means to get this all posted by New Years, I will have to update more than once a week. So, I will be updating twice a week...at least for now. Enjoy the new chapter and thanks for the reviews.

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Snow Angels

Chapter Three

Elves, Angels and Nargles

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When George opened his eyes the next morning he felt an instant flash of confusion. The wall that met his face wasn't familiar, the burn mark on the window shade where he had exploded one of their very first Super-Static Fizz Bombs … a pea sized ball that exploded in a fantastic display of colored sparks…was missing. It took a full moment for the haze to dissipate from his mind enough for him to remember that he wasn't in his own room. The walls in here were pristine white, unmarred by experiments and youthful naughtiness. The most dangerous thing this room had ever seen was Charlie on a caffeine buzz while he studied the complicated art of Dragon psychology the summer he was preparing for the internship that lead to his job in Romania caring for Dragons.

He smiled and rolled on his back; the memory of why he wasn't in his own room washing over him in happy waves. At that very moment Luna Lovegood was sleeping in his bed, just one floor below him. George closed his eyes and the vision returned; Luna circling Diagon Alley in her white fur trimmed cloak and hood. He might have been embarrassed by the idea of admitting it to his family the night before, but he was far from embarrassed to remember how he had imagined she was an angel sent from up above.

The truth was, he hadn't completely deserted this notion. It was very possible that the meeting between he and Luna had been arranged by some heavenly being … knowing they could ease each others sadness during the holidays. Luna had certainly needed someone. Unlike him, she was all alone, not a single person to share her holidays with. The thought of her…all alone in a tiny flat above the apothecary…at Christmas; it made him terrifically sad. She needed him even more than he needed her.

But make no mistake about it, he did need her.

Luna was the only person, including his family, who seemed to understand the true depth of his pain. Yes, they had all lost Fred, but George was the one who had been closest to him, and… he was the only one who didn't have another that he felt close enough to lean on. His mother had his father, Ginny had Harry, Ron had Hermione, Bill had Fleur. Charlie was too far away to be of much help and Percy…Well, Percy was a difficult situation. George had forgiven him for deserting the family for three years, of course he had. Percy had returned and stood with the rest of them. If he was honest with himself though, George had to admit that it was a bit of jealousy that kept him from being able to allow himself to get closer to Percy. Despite the fact that Fred and George had spent their lives side by side, it was Percy who was with Fred when he died. George knew it was irrational, not to mention unfair, still he couldn't stop himself from feeling it. It made no sense.

That was why he felt so drawn to Luna. She understood the irrational. Most people would have thought he was a nutter; following an 'angel' around Diagon Alley late at night because he thought God had sent her to ease his pain. But Luna had not only understood…she had thought it was the sweetest thing she had ever heard.

George jumped when the alarm clock next to his bed trilled loudly in his ear…a new day was about to begin. In the past few months he had come to dread the beginning of each day, wondering if the day would be okay, or if he would spend the day drenched in memories that would leave him feeling sucked hollow. This day felt different, it held the hint of promise.

He sat up, tugging the window shade as he went. Snow still fell in flakes the size of cotton balls and he leaned over to look down at the ground. At least six inches had fallen since closing the shop the afternoon before and he couldn't resist a small groan…apparently the first chore of the day would be clearing the sidewalk; he would put Harry and Ron on it.

Sometimes, he really loved being the boss.

"George." Percy knocked lightly on the door and stuck his head inside. "Mum says to get your tail in gear, breakfast is ready."

"On my way in a minute."

"Alright." Percy nodded and closed the door. Percy, George knew, had a long week ahead of him. A lot of children were now orphans thanks to Voldemort and a few had yet to be placed in permanent homes. Percy had made it his personal mission to be sure that not a child remained in custody of the Ministry over the holidays. It was a lofty goal, there were still at least twenty children waiting to be placed, but Percy was determined.

George quickly made up his bed then followed Percy out the door. He hadn't taken any clothes out of his room the night before and he hoped fervently that Luna was already dressed… thanks to his musings he was running behind.

The door was closed when he reached the landing below and he stood nervously, his hand raised to knock, when the door opened on it's own.

"Good morning." Luna, dressed in a borrowed dark blue sweater of Ginny's that darkened her eyes to deep sapphire, smiled her mega watt smile.

"Good morning." George echoed, hoping for all the world that he didn't sound lame in doing so. "I forgot to grab clothes last night."

He mentally rolled his eyes. The fact that he had forgotten to grab clothes was perfectly obvious; he was standing there looking like a perfect idiot in his red striped pajamas wasn't he?

"I see that." Luna stepped out of the way to allow him to enter the room. "I'm done, it's all yours."

It was Luna's turn for the mental eye roll. Of course it was all his, it was his bloody damned room.

"Did you sleep well…was my bed comfortable enough?" George asked awkwardly, cringing because he had essentially just asked Luna how she had liked sleeping in his bed.

"Oh yes, it was perfectly lovely." Luna's eyes widened slightly at her own words…she had just, albeit it innocently…admitted that she had liked sleeping in his bed. She had, she had loved it very much in fact, but he didn't need to know that.

Morbidly embarrassed, he ducked his head and moved into the room "I'm glad that you like my bed…" He winced…this was just getting worse and worse. "…that you were comfortable in my bed" No wonder he had never really dated…he turned into a gibbering idiot around persons of the female persuasion. "I'm glad you were comfortable I mean."

"I was, quite comfortable." Luna's nervousness was gone. She was quite charmed by George's awkwardness, it was sweet and very unlike the George Weasley she had known from afar. He had Fred had been larger than life, a couple of real life heroes. Seeing him this way made him a lot less intimidating.

George grinned sheepishly when he saw that Luna wasn't mortified by his clumsiness with words. "I'll see you downstairs."

George closed the door and Luna leaned against the wall, a huge grin on her face. She might have been a bit unwilling to intrude on their holidays…but if this morning was any indication, she was certainly going to enjoy herself while she was here.

As planned, George put Harry and Ron to work shoveling the side walk the moment they arrived at the shop that morning. The snow was deeper than it had looked from the third floor window and even using their wands, it was going to take some time. Meanwhile, Ginny, Hermione and Luna went to her flat to pack some bags.

The flat was small, only three rooms. A kitchen and sitting room combined, a single bedroom and a bathroom. Luna had made the most of it though, the walls were bright cream colored with vibrant blue furniture and multicolored pillows around the sofas and floor. Apparently, her father had left her a sizable amount of money and so she hadn't scrimped on decorating. The kitchen was beautiful, the counters and floor were covered in rose colored in Spanish tile, but the table gave them pause for sadness…Luna had only bought one lonely looking chair. It spoke louder than anything else just how alone Luna was now.

Perhaps the saddest thing of all though was that it was barely noticeable that it was Christmas time when looking around Luna's flat. Her only decoration was a branch from a Pine tree that Luna had stuck in a jar, then covered with a few small baubles.

"This is so sad." Hermione touched the bristles of the pine branch when Luna was out of hearing range. "It's just like Luna. Keeping the truth to herself like this."

"I should have known." Ginny shrugged with disgust at herself. "We all should have."

"We found out at any rate." Hermione sighed "Or George did anyway. I wonder what really happened last night."

Ginny looked up questioningly "What do you mean?"

"You know they left parts out." Hermione smirked "Didn't you notice? George has been so … so sad and out of things the past few days. When he came back with Luna last night he seemed, I don't know, different somehow."

"He was different." Ginny lifted an eyebrow knowingly. No one had to tell her how miserable George had been since Fred died, but he had been different when he returned with Luna last night. He had almost looked… happy.

"He was happy."

"I'm ready." Luna smiled serenely from the bedroom door, a clothing bag slung over her shoulder. She looked around at the intense look on Ginny and Hermione faces and her smile slipped.

"Is something wrong?"

"No." Ginny shook her head. "Nothing at all."

"I am not wearing that short skirt again." Hermione protested. "Why can't I wear a pair of long red pants?"

"Because Santa's helpers wear short skirts." Ron protested. He himself was groaning over the pair of Lederhosen he was about to stuff himself into. He held up a pair of triangular elf ears "Besides, if I have to look stupid, so do you."

Ginny came from the dressing room in full snow elf regalia. She look adorable in the short fluffy blue sparkly dress, her face covered in silver glitter.

"Luna." She held out a hanger "I saved the least embarrassing costume for you."

"What is it?" Luna stared at the garment bag nervously. She had already seen what the others were forced to wear…her respect for George had slipped a bit when she realized that he was responsible for the fact that her friends were now wearing a horrifying array of Lederhosen (Harry in green, Ron in red), short red velvet skirts and sparkling blue chiffon.

"It's not terrible, best of the lot really." Hermione reassured her. "Promise."

A look of trepidation crossed Luna's face as the hanger passed from Ginny's hand to hers.

"You don't have to wear a costume if you don't want to." George gave her a reassuring smiled from where he stood stocking shelves. "You never actually offered to come and help out, you were pretty much pushed into it."

"Hey!" Hermione looked up indignantly "I never offered either; Ron volunteered me!"

"That's different." George said simply

"How so?"

"Luna has never annoyed me, you on the other hand annoy me on a regular basis."

Hermione's eyes narrowed while the others laughed at her outrage. It wasn't that she really minded the silly costume …much…what little of it there was. It was the principle of the thing.

"I don't mind wearing it." Luna smiled politely and pushed her way through the others to the small changing room in back. Thanks to George, she wouldn't be spending her holiday alone in her little flat…she owed him something for that. If dressing up in a silly little costume paid off even a little of that debt, it was well worth it.

"So, George…" Ginny sidled up to him, picked up a box of Wonder Witch Instant Pimple Remover and started stocking the empty shelf next to him. "Are you ever going to tell us the rest of the story?"

The others followed Ginny's lead, casually stocking the shelves around where George and Ginny stood and listening intently.

"The rest of what story?" His nonchalant manner was a bit too obvious.

"Last night, when you met up with Luna." Hermione piped up. "Sounded a bit to me like you left something out of the story you told us."

"Yeah…" Ron snickered from behind them where he and Harry had been filling a tank with red, green, silver and blue plastic Christmas tree ornaments filled with Super Glowing Wonder Goop. "Like the truth."

George turned to him with a glower. "I did tell the truth you git."

"Or…you told half of the truth." Harry grinned over his shoulder at George. George rolled his eyes and went back to his work. He should have known he would not have gotten away with keeping his secret for long. The four of them were relentless when it came to finding out things, even worse than his mum.

"Look…" He dropped his box and went back to the counter then slid up to sit on top of it. "It just got to be…a bit much last night. I needed to get away for a little while. I came back to Diagon Alley and ran across Luna. We talked and when she told me she was alone for the holidays I thought it would be nice to invite her to spend the holidays with us."

That was as much as close to the full story as George was willing to go. The rest was far too personal, besides…it was precious to him, it was not something he wanted to share with anyone but Luna.

"Well…tell me how silly I look." The curtain to the back of the shop slid open and Luna stepped out, George nearly choked on his tongue. In the most ironic of all cases of irony…Ginny had given Luna the Angel costume.

She looked beautiful, her hair was pulled back in a barrette and then left to fall down her back in ringlets and a golden halo rested on the crown of her head. She wore pale blue eye shadow, soft pink blush and her cheeks were covered in opaque glitter. The filmy white dress fell to her ankles in soft chiffon waves, the sleeves thin and see through to show off her graceful arms.

"Wow, you look nice." Harry grinned, his eyes shifted quickly from Luna to George…from the look on George's face, he wasn't the only one who thought so. Even Ron wolf whistled.

"Are you just saying that to be nice?" Luna asked nervously. "I feel a bit silly to be honest."

"You look pretty Luna, really." Hermione smiled "Don't you agree George?"

George took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After the bedroom debacle that morning he was planning on taking speaking around Luna very carefully from now on. Likely she already thought he had brain damage…he didn't want to make it worse.

"She looks lovely." His voice was much deeper than he had intended and he cringed slightly. Talking around Luna without looking like a fool was going to take some practice apparently. He shook himself and went behind the counter. "You forgot part of the costume though."

He pulled a pair of wings from a box and pulled them apart. They were white and feathery, very fluffy and warm looking.

"Can't have an angel without her wings can we?"

Luna smiled and turned, allowing George to slid the wings into place and seal them with a sticking charm. When she turned around again the look was complete…standing before him was his vision from the night before come to life. Luna … his beautiful Snow Angel.

George and Luna stood less than a foot apart, their eyes held in the others, unaware of even the passage of time…until Ron loudly cleared his throat. He looked around, shaking off the last haze of the moment…every eye was on them.

"Get busy you lot." The bridge of George's nose pinked slightly. He could count on one hand the number of times he had blushed in the past twenty years…and about half of them had been since getting out of bed four hours before.

At this rate, he would be taking his shoes off by lunch time.

By some miracle, when the noon hour did finally roll around George still had his shoes on both feet. Of course, Luna had been working behind the back counter all morning helping Ginny wrap gifts for customers while he had been in the front of the store ringing up sales; they had barely passed a word since he had opened the doors. With only three days to go until Christmas Eve the shop was swamped with customers as was all of Diagon Alley.

They took turns taking lunch breaks. First Ron and Hermione, then Harry and Ginny, leaving Luna and George for last. He hadn't knowingly planned it that way but he certainly wasn't disappointed by it either. He ignored the smirking looks the others gave him while he waited for Luna to change out of the Angel costume. In a strange way, he couldn't blame them for being the way they were. George had never shown the slightest interest in a girl before, not even during his days at Hogwarts when girls had hovered around him and Fred like flies on honey. There was nothing weird about him, he was attracted to them physically… but he was the kind of person who needed more than physical attraction to hold his interest. George liked smart girls, girls who could talk intelligently about a wide variety of things. On the surface George had always looked like the model Gryffindor…but inside there was a part of him that wouldn't have much minded being sorted into Ravenclaw…if it wouldn't have meant being away from Fred.

George was a thinker. He liked to plan things out for the long term, to weigh the pros and cons before acting and that had been the problem with most of the girls who had been attracted to him and Fred. The truth was, it was Fred who attracted people to them. He was the more outgoing, the one who lived the loudest…not that George hadn't raised a fair share of his own noise. But when George looked around the crowd that followed them, he felt uninspired. The girls around them were beautiful and brave and of course they stimulated his senses…but George wanted more than that… he wanted a girl who could stimulate his mind too.

"George?" Her arrival had been lost on the din of the busy shop; now Luna gently touched his arm. George turned around from where he had been gazing out the window. Fat flakes had begun to fall…it looked as if Harry and Ron would be removing snow again soon.

Luna was wrapped in her white fur trimmed cloak again, her cheeks sparkling with the opaque glitter…a sight George found captivating.

"Ready?" He found himself resisting the urge to take her hand … they had already piqued the curiosity of the other four enough that morning, better not to encourage them further.

"Mmhmm." Luna nodded, a brief but adorable bob of her head, the glitter on her cheeks sparkling like star dust with the movement.

"We'll be back in an hour and a half." George pulled his cloak from the peg and slung it over his shoulders. Hermione had moved to take his place behind the register and she fixed him with a look that was half annoyed, half teasing.

"Why do you get an hour and a half for lunch?"

"Because I'm the boss Granger." He grinned smugly. "You're just my hired lackey."

Hermione raised an amused eyebrow. "So is Luna."

"She's nicer to me than you are." He shrugged, Luna was hardly a lackey … but the last thing he was going to do was admit that to Hermione. "Besides, someone has to keep me company."

"Don't forget to come back." Ginny teased; coming to the front of the store for a fresh supply of wrapping paper.

"Don't tempt me." George pulled the door open. The freshly falling snow was already starting to pile up outside. "Tell Ron and Harry they need to clear the side walk again. No need to waste time changing clothes first either." George smirked and closed the door.

"That was mean." Luna grinned up at him, her eyes dancing madly. George looked down at her with a smug smirk.

"They had it coming after the inquisition this morning."

"They are very…" Luna paused for a moment, searching for the right words to describe her friends interest in what happened between her and George the night before.

"Nosy?"

"…inquisitive…." Luna corrected with her own little smirk "…about your private matters."

George felt relieved. More and more he was seeing first hand just how different from other girls Luna was. A vast majority of girls would have rushed to tell their friends about what had happened between the two of them the night before. A part of him wouldn't have blamed her in the least. It was kind of romantic … from most girls point of view anyway. Somehow, he thought that, like him, Luna did not see it that way at all. It had been something more, a meeting of wounded hearts, two souls desperately reaching out for one another.

George laughed a little, wondering what the others would think if they knew where his thoughts had really been all morning. They would be shocked senseless at the very least.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking," George shook his head, his grin broad. "If the others knew what really happened last night they would be shocked. They seem to have this impression that I don't have a thought beyond how to make things explode."

"Surely they must realize that there is more to you than that?"

George didn't answer. They had come to the brick wall that lead to the alley way behind the Leaky Cauldron.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather not lunch here." George motioned with his head towards the noisy inn. "There is a little muggle place on the other side, a couple of blocks down, but if you would rather…"

"Do you mean Dino Italia?" Luna smiled in surprise. She and her father had loved Italian food, Dino Italia had been their favorite place in London.

"You know of it?"

"Know of it? I love it! Dad and I used to eat there a couple of times a month."

Luna looked up at George with wonder and something close to adoration. The cold had given her cheeks a sweet rosy glow that George was finding quite distracting.

"George?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

"Sorry." He grinned sheepishly, thankful that the cold would disguise the blush he knew would have been obvious otherwise. "Dino Italia then."

As he had the night before, George held out his hand for hers; unlike the last time, Luna took it without the slightest hesitation.

If possible it was snowing even heavier on the Muggle side of Diagon Alley. They laughed as they watched Muggles struggle to control their four wheeled vehicles on the slippery roads, skidding through stop lights and fishtailing…some nearly colliding with one another. George was perplexed at how they could be so inept, it was the first big snow of the year … yes, but it wasn't as if they had never driven in snow before.

Luna was thankful when Dino Italia came into view. The tip of her nose was frozen, her cheeks felt like ice and her hand…the one that George hadn't been holding was stiff with cold. She was thankful when George asked for seats next to the huge fireplace and pretended not to see when he slipped the waiter a wad of muggle money to assure his request would be granted. George helped her remove her cloak, then slung it over the back of a vacant chair and lay his atop it. Luna hesitated for just a moment, warming her hands close to the fire.

The truth was, now that they were there, she was nervous about having lunch alone with George. Whenever she talked with people, they always seemed to end up laughing at her …she had never once missed the condescending undertones in their mirth. She knew they thought she was strange, a nutter even. They hadn't branded her Loony Lovegood without good reason after all … not that Luna had personally thought it was good reason.

Her father had always been a free thinker with an incredibly open mind. Xenophilius Lovegood believed what he wanted to believe and the hell with what others thought about it; a trait he had passed on to his only child. Luna knew they made fun of her behind her back. Some, like Hermione Granger, even dared to challenge her beliefs to her face. Luna had never cared about any of them, their opinion of her, good or bad, meant nothing to her.

But for reasons she couldn't begin to understand, George Weasley's opinion of her did matter.

It mattered a lot.

She felt as though a single unfavorable word from him would send her running from the room in tears. Like the only way she could remain happy was if he continued to be happy with her. That however, was something that Luna could make no promises on. She could no more stop being who she was than she could stop believing in the things she did. Luna wasn't going to change a bit of herself to please anyone… not even George Weasley. At the end of it all, the question that Luna feared was… could he accept her for who she was?

"Luna?" His voice was soft behind her and Luna thought she detected a hint of nervousness in the tone. She turned back towards the table and he smiled then pulled out her chair.

"Sorry." Luna took the offered chair, sighing silently to herself as he walked back to his own and sat. She would find the answer to her question soon enough; there was no point in worrying over it. This … whatever it was … could be over all too soon… she should enjoy it while she could.

"Are you okay?" George asked worriedly "You seem distracted."

"Oh…" Luna answered nonchalantly, determined to wave off her fears "It's nothing. Just an errant thought about nothing important."

"It must have some importance…" George gave her a teasing grin "… you are taking time out to think about it."

"Well…" Luna looked around nervously. She couldn't exactly tell him what she had really been thinking about. "I was thinking that I am glad we are not sitting close to those."

She nodded to the side of the room where thick garlands of evergreen were laced with twinkling white Christmas lights. "Those garlands are likely teeming with Nargles."

George knew just enough about Luna to not be surprised by her statement. He was even familiar with the word Nargle… once when Ginny couldn't find one of her shoes Ron had teased her about Nargles having stolen it.

"I thought Nargles stole shoes." He said seriously, even though he knew they were one of the things that the Lovegood's believed in that few others in the magical world supported them on.

Luna raised her eyebrows, her eyes huge. Of all the ways George might have answered her, this was positively the last way she might have envisioned. In fact, it wasn't on any list she would have imagined.

"They do that too." She said very seriously; Nargles were, after all, very serious business. "Nargles are very naughty creatures."

"How naughty?"

"Very naughty."

"That's not telling me much." George laced his fingers together under his chin then leaned across the small table on his elbows, looking deeply into her eyes.

"You know Luna, there are varying degrees of naughty, and… there are different kinds of naughty."

The gleam in his eyes made Luna blush a deep rosy pink that George found most attractive.

"Yes, there are." She agreed. "But I assure you, the naughtiness Nargles get up to is quite different than the naughtiness you are fantasizing about at the moment."

George grinned, this was just too much fun. "And just what makes you think that I am fantasizing?"

"Let's not be coy George." Luna nearly shivered, she felt a delicious tingle all over her body. "I am fairly sure were not talking about Nargles anymore."

"Fair enough." George nodded and leaned closer. "Maybe then you should tell me what I am fantasizing about."

"I barely know you George Weasley….but I know enough about you to predict with reasonable certainty…." Luna leaned forward so their faces were only inches apart, then her mouth twitched up into a smirk. "…that you are fantasizing about blowing something up."

George looked taken aback for a split second, then he slid back in his chair and picked up his menu. He had just been bested, he… George Weasley… had been bested … by a girl.

Smirking madly now, Luna sat back and picked up her own menu.

"Anyone ever tell you that you are cheeky as all hell?" George looked at her over the top of his menu. Luna lowered hers and looked back.

"Once or twice."

"A day?"

Luna laughed. "Are you angry?"

"Hardly." George lowered the menu and put his hand over hers on the table. "More like appreciative."

Luna smiled softly and opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off by the arrival of the waiter, a chubby faced young blonde man named Chad.

"Have you decided?" He smiled warmly at Luna, a smile that George thought lingered a little bit too long.

"Yes." She folded the menu closed and handed it to the young man. "I'll have the Portabella d'Raviolli with the Romano cheese, and no leeks please?"

Chad gave her a perky nod, then turned to George. George couldn't help but notice that his perky smile had slipped about ten notches.

"And for you sir?"

George hadn't even looked at his menu, he had been too busy enjoying the interplay with Luna … but then so had she … or so he thought. With a frustrated jerk he pulled the menu open and looked at the specials, annoyed that his delay in ordering gave Chad more time to chat with Luna.

"Scallop and crab Alfredo." He said finally flipping his menu closed and handing it to Chad; more than eager for him to disappear.

Luna watched Chad's back disappear into the kitchen before turning her eyes back on George. For one reason or another, his demeanor had changed abruptly. George on the other hand was silently kicking himself. The guy was a waiter, they were from two different worlds for crying out loud. They rarely ventured into the muggle world and after this, George wouldn't be bringing her back to Dino Italia anytime soon. The real problem was that he had just acted like an ass in front of her.

He looked up from where he was staring into the fire, not liking the look in her eyes the slightest bit. Luna wasn't angry… she was wary. It struck him then that during her time in Malfoy manor she had been privy to plenty of violence and anger; what if he had frightened her … what if he had made her afraid of him?

"I'm sorry." He spoke softly, careful now to not make things worse.

"You seemed so…" She trailed off, shaking her head and looking back towards the fire. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything Luna, it's me. I'm in a totally unfamiliar country you see."

Luna gave him an adorably bewildered look. George grinned, his good humor restored … not in small part by the fact that Chad was now in an entirely different room, far away from Luna.

"I've never been jealous before." He said simply

"Jealous?" Her eyes widened innocently. "Jealous of what?"

George realized he had two options. He could either go full out, admit that he had been jealous of Chad the cherub faced wanker, or… he could change the subject.

"So, tell me more about what these naughty Nargles get up to." Changing the subject seemed like a much better idea.

Luna's face settled into an amused smile while she tried to decide how far she wanted to push it. She had been raised to confront things head on, to never hide behind tactics as lame as changing the subject.

So why was she about to let George Weasley get away with it?

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Chapter Four Preview

George and Luna's

plans for an evening of fun with the family lead to an incredibly

sweet but grand gesture.

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