Aurthors note;;

Hey everybody, it's me, E.B. Woodhosue here, looks like history is repeating itself because now my Christmas special is late just like my Halloween special had to get pushed back because of scheduling. But anyway, I decided that ol' Snape is probably right and that things are indeed better late than never, so here what follows is my very special Halloween/Christmas Interlude Special wherein through some japery of time, perhaps the workings of the lion hearted girl known as the time child? perhaps not... both happen. So what are you waiting around here for? Go ahead and get on to it!

A reutrn To Hogwarts Christmas Part One

Luna's rediculous plan had worked perfectly. It seemed like things always happened that way for her now, after her illicit engagments with the darkling spirits of The Night of All Hallows, but she prefered not to think too much about that... She strolled past a group of Hufflepuffs crouching about in a crablike fear stricken panicwalk with large flashlights, they too were looking for the mysetrious spirit of the plane which was apparating about and absconding with everyone's marajuana. It was said the Potergeist struck most frequently right after the herb has been thoroughly smoked and everyone invested in it at their lowest ebb in healthy paranoia. THAT IS WHEN THE SPIRIT STRIKES! had been her headline for her on-plane manufactured daily newspapaer, the Return to Hogwarts Daily, which in necessisty had to be made with all manner of found items and skrimage like that from a murky flood that has recently receded and turned the beach into a swampy junkyard but with things you find on a plane instead of wet garbage. So she made the master copys out of the handily translucent air sick bags, resulting in much consternation to the planes wait staff who were up to their grimy wrists in air sick on the floor.

The air sick bags had a thin enough constitution that her extrasized custom made pen, which she used a spell to craft(AUTHORS NOTE: Hey, it's E.B. Woodhouse here just chimin into let you all know that the spell she had learned to make anything regular sized Pen larger she learned in secret from the Wican cult she had spent her Summer Vacation with, unbeknownst by necessity to many but her bf Padma*see chapter 13 part 2:THE APOCRPHYA OF POTTER), and its near endless font of ink could blead through the bags and make multiple copies at a tjme. Also she used the giant pen because it is easier to write many words with a bigger pen. Luna was no fool. But she had seemed to have fooled fate... for now at least...

She knocked on the bathroom door.

Padma answerd first, "who is it? I'm in the bathroom."

But then another voiced joined in right as Padma hadn't even finished saying 'in' saying "Get out of here I'm busy!," then in a slightly but not enough lower aside "I think that fooled them Pad," Luna leaned forward entranced by all the confusion that seeped into her woe begotten adolescent brain. She still longed for the day she could turn 18 and finally trim away her pubic hair to find her womansparts for the very fist time, and then get a good and thorough dicking, but anways that slightly more quiet but not quiet neough aside seemed to have really caught a bee in Padma's bonnet as far as Luna could tell because she stamped her foot and hissed loudly, just like she always did when she was suddenly frustrated, Luna could imagine Padma's silky hands on her hips and even the face she would make when she stood like that...

That's when Padma said, "Goddamnit Pavarti be quiet or they'll know we'er both in here you idiot, you're still supposed to be dead, remember!" Luna's eyes widened, the pupil suroundd by pale-blue contraced, /what was this all about?/ she leaned even closer to the door to hear it better.

"Oh shit Padma, my bad." the other voice said, and it sounded strangely famliar...

There was an exasperated sigh and then Padma said, "Don't worry about it Parvaronni, I got this," Padma began to cough loudly for a while and said again, "Who's there , I'm in the bathroom?"

"It's okay Padma, It is just me Luna everyone is out looking for the ghost of the plane so we can talk about our evil schemes and darkling passions without fear of being discovered," Luna managed, she was at a complete loss for words because of all of her confusion. Had she really heard two different... yet oddly familiar voices just then? Had she really heard Padma invoke the sacred name of her deadtwin Pavarti, Luna only knew about that one through Draco's empathy powers which he had also picked up over spring break. Luna and Draco had begun dating in secret, no one could ever know about them being together because no one could ever find out about their dabblings in the dark-crafts of sorcery and magic. They bonded over their outcastedness the way she had once bonded with Padma, but that was before they had become involved in all manner of crazy schemes... of slander and ghosts and murder and vengeance.

Until all this business with the Specter of the Plane Luna had forgotten all about how just before the field trip had started she had pretended to be kidnapped by Pavartis ghost and figured Padma had as well because of all the stuff that was going on. But that was all just a kids game back then, she reminded herself fiercely. It didn't seem like such a game now though, that she had had the summer to think it over because in fact her feet began to feel icy tendrils of winter whenever she thought of the ghoulish repercusions of their otherwise innocuous prank. Padma had finally convinced Luna to go along with the convoluted scheme eventually by telling her to 'just go along with it' and that it would 'be funny'.

So Luna had allowed herself to be tangled up the darkling web of Padma's frustrated and woe begrieved adolescenct descent. Padma slipped out of the bathroom quickly and snapped the door shut behind her. Luna was incredibly anal about always closing doors, any kind, refridgerator, microwave you name it she'll close it good and thorough because if there's one thing Luna Lovegood doesn't love good at all it's a poorly closed door, all drafty and ajar, just the thought makes her shiver with revulsion. So that's why Luna always notices whether or not people shut doors properly after using them and couldn't help but find it odd that Padma, normally a lackadaisical door shutter at best so effieciently and thoroughly closed up the bathroom door. But she didn't have time to think about all of that because here came up Draco right behind her.

"Draco my love!" She cried out loud, her voice reverberating on the wings of love and rebounding upon the echoing plane. Then he was upon her, hugging her all over, he was but a boy of twelve, but tall for his age and Luna was short so they were about the same height. They stared into each others eyes for a full minute before saying anything at all. They had made a pact to learn sorcery over summer vacation and to go their own ways she to the Wicans, he to Cassadaga, to later redoublel their learnings into a hybrid being consumated by their love. So they hadn't seen each other all summer and needed more than anyhting just then a good long look.

Luna began to tell Draco all about the things she had been doing and how much she missed him and he did the same right back. They had both completely forgoten the secrecity part of their pact and were openly in love with one another without noitcing that the section of the plane they were crowded around so recently with Padma who had dashed deftly back into the can was thoroughly thronged with people all teamed and geared up to track down the All Hallows Eve Apparating Spirit. Draco was telling Luna about how in Florida a lot of the men wore dark colored slacks and he wondered if their penises didn't glow or not and maybe that's why their pants are so thick and dark? To mask their luminescence?" Draco was saying until Luna's cell phone interupted him.

The ringer blared and she cut him off with one well manicured finger demurely, "Hold on a second babe," she had to practically shout to be heard over her ringtone,"one of my friends from Wica is calling me," she explained before answering the phone. But Draco was just fine with that, he had waited all summer hadn't he? he could wait some more, he found the waiting, the anticipation only intensified her beauty. But what he didn't know until his Empathic power informed him was that that was not just fine with everyone else. He suddenly realized he was surrounded by people and one of them, Sirius Black of all people, that dratted 'The Snake's' uncle, had cocked his head at what Luna had said and stood to listen. Sirius was old enough to remember Madona's new-age album cycle and was thus vaugely familiar with the terminology.

Luna prattled on some more about vauge and general things and Sirius almost lost his attention on her, strained as it was with being pre-occupied by the hunt for that damn ghost that kept stealing all of his pot, but then she said some more stuff about Wica and how fun it was learning magic from all of the Wica people she had met, Sirius jumped to his feet, a blazing finger of accusation burning upon the hapless blonde haired girl.

"Witch! Luna's a Witch!" He screamed, it felt good to be on the giving end of irrational mob hatred instead of on the receiving end so he screamed and yelled until a crowd began to gather and it didn't take long for the connections to be made

1. Luna was a self described Wica Cult member

2. She claimed to have learned some sort of magical sorcery from them over the summer

and 3. If a things go wrong with peoples crops, who was always to blame in the olden days?

and so

THE WITCH, they shouted

LUNA THE WITCH, and they mobbed about her about to carry her and her demoniac boyfriend with them. It was THE WITCH what stole all of their weed, turned the healthy buds to invisible ashes with her evil nectars and ungents. And on the night of the Hallows nonetheless, it all added up, the numbers were all their 1 2 3.

Luna kicked and screamd and struggled but the many hands which gripped her held fast. She always knew it would come to this, and at least she could share her darkling fate with the love of her young life. She cast her head in the direction of her truelove and upon seeing Draco's sleek pale skin almost shin in the flourescent light from overhead as he was tugged along beside her she relaxed all over, love coarsing through her veins even though she was about to meet her untimely end.

As she was hauled in sight of the pyre a grim chuckle escaped her chaped and bleeding lips. It was like her mother had always warned, she had played with fire, the fire of the arcane arts of magic, and here she was...

Draco had his eyes clamped shut tight, he was but a boy of twelve and no where near ready to face to totatilty of death. Luna reached out to him, reached out through the angry gibbering mob in the form of her patronus and caressed his cheek reassuringly, "it's going to be okay love... we're home."