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Summary: Three words: Luna, Sherlock and tea.
Sherlock was spending the night at Harry's, and when he woke up the next day he was alone. Making his way towards the kitchen he saw a figure hunched over the table. Confident in Harry's wards, he cleared his throat in order to gain the person's attention.
The figure, woman, turned around sending dirty blonde hair and earings flying around and when she laid her eyes on him, she smiled so wild her cheeks must have hurt.
"You must be Sherlock, I am Luna Lovegood," She said somewhat dreamily, she didn't wait for him to even open his mouth before adding, "Tea?"
"Where is Harry?" Sherlock said as he clasped the warm cup of tea between his hands.
"Oh, he is doing something that concerns the Rotfang-ers," She nonchalantly said while flipping through the Daily Prophet.
Luna gave Sherlock sometime to sip his tea before she asked with a smile, "Now, what do you know about the Nargles, Mr. Holmes?"
Sherlock knew that Harry told him something about Nargles, he also knew that Harry warned him about something relating to it. Sadly, he cannot remember because at the time it was not important information.