December 25th 2021, Christmas.

Is Spiders's new Theremin haunted? Cursed? It seems to have brought her and Neville closer together (and Metatron was always telling me about how Neville was always telling him about how he, Neville, desired such a thing) but at what cost?

All day Spiders plays her Theremin and when not playing it she speaks of it lengthily to any who listen. Luna Lovegood still keeps her distance, I suspect still dissapoint'd by Spiders' deception and so Neville is the prime receptacle for Spiders' soliloquies. Lately he too has been acting strangely drawn into the sonic otherworld of this strange two prong'd instrument and in the past few days I have not seen him once stray from sight, or maybe more importantly ear shot, or it...

I shall have to keep a Holly Jolly eye on these two lest their obsession spiral out of control and engulf us all.

-Santa Cluas.

* Editors Note:

Here we see Santa Claus himself showing early signs of obsession and failing to realize it, though he so astutely documents it in others. Spiders and Neville's spiral into compulsive madness is to Santa Claus what the Theramin is to the two of them, a lodestone for their own pathological tendencies.

It is also interesting to note that through Chapters 48 through 50, and several scattered passages in subsequent chapters, Neville seems imperatively driven to impart some sort of information to Spiders regarding the Hermione Tat Ko; the Hermione Death Battle and needs to get her alone to do so. He is comically unable to achieve his aims and now that we see him some near 40 chapters later realizing his desires to 'get her alone with him' the two seem wholly absorbed with their latest musical endeavors and Nevilles previous sense of urgency is nowhere in sight. Possible culprits, including Time Skips, the Time Child, the Blessings of the Sky, are too numerous and miscellaneous to name here and will have to be overlooked...for now...

() Luna's Note ()

To whom this missive may find; this is Luna Lovegod here, I usually write for the Return to Hogwarts Daily but it appears I have fumbled upongst a greater conspiracy than usual and am reorienting my journalistic focus for the time being to see that this disturbing and profoundly eye opening document finds it's way into the light.

For starters I have no clue who' the Editor' who has made such annotations and notes upon this journal is... I cannot help but feel it may be someone I know, someone who holds the key to many of the mysteries which threaten to engulf us all...

It is clear to me, and surely all those who read this, that "the Editor" found Santa's Diary through Chrono-Displacement brought about by Time Skips. These Time Skips, as everyone knows, are caused by fluctuations of the gravity matrix of reality shifting as the rouge planet Nibiru hurtles to the Earth! But anyway,. Further Time Skips would then explain how I, Luna, ended up with the "Editorialized Edition" of the Diary even though right now as I write this it is 12/25/21 and there are many entries continuing on further into the future relative to This Point In Time!

So that takes care of that.

It seems me that age old adage As Above So Below applies clearly to this myserious circumstance. My very skin screams out at me for the warming kiss of sunlight and yet I must complete this dour task, invite into you the information that will surely see me unceremoniously killed; like Diana on the roads or with the dreaded Heart Attack Gun of the Central Intelligence Ageny (See Frank Church, 1975 Congressional Hearing)

While aboard this seemingly endless flight we have so far avoided the Earth Bound Viral Drama Unfolding Below.

You see, this plane has no pilot (see Chapter 50) something only I and a few other passengers know about. So we've been flying aimlessly on ever since the pilot apparated out of the cockpit and forgot to come back. You see where this is going don't you? How couldn't you...

The Return to Hogwarts Express left the airport a full year before the deadly Corona Virus CoVid19 was released!

And yet...

We do not seem to have escaped so easily...

It would appear the same Paranoid Exstacy which has engulfed the Earth Bound has found its way up here, and just so, as above so below, now Neville and Spiders are as psychotically obsessed with a strange new instrument, the Theramin, as the population ground-side is with cloth masks and personal space- Santa's Orwellian surveillance campaign also has clear parallels below...

We are all up here together. And yet I wonder... what strange forces have we dragged into the air with us? What vapor trail of neurosis and paranoia shimmers in our wake like so many chem-trails? Either way Merry Christmas!

with light and with love; Luna