"Ollivander!" Luna exclaimed, rushing up to embrace the elderly wand maker. She quickly stepped back, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, that might have been strange."

"Why would it be strange?" Ollivander replied with a soft chuckle. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've had any human contact. Plus, it's nice to have a fellow Ravenclaw to talk to. Not that I'm glad you're locked up, of course. Very distasteful of them, indeed." Luna surveyed the space that had become her prison.

"It's at least quite large," she said, trying to make the best of it. "A lot of room to move around."

"Pleh! A wizard's prison is a wizard's prison!" A grumpy voice echoed from the shadows. A small goblin waddled into view, scowling at Ollivander and Luna.

"Griphook! You're here too?" Luna said, surprised. "How unfortunate that this whole wizarding war is spilling over into the goblin world."

"And why would you care?" Griphook spat, his voice dripping with disdain. Ollivander shot him a disapproving glance.

"Excuse me, Griphook," Ollivander said, his tone firm. "If you have a problem with witches and wizards, that's your business, and I can respect that. But Luna is a kind, respectable witch. While we're here, it would be wise not to take your frustrations out on her. If you have something to say to me, that's fine. But it'll be a cold day in hell before I believe you have any legitimate reason to hate Luna." Griphook glared at Ollivander but said nothing. He turned and waddled off, disappearing from their line of sight.

"Is there any possible way to get out of here?" Luna asked quietly, her eyes scanning their grim surroundings.

"Sweetheart," Ollivander replied with a gentle laugh, "if there were any way I knew of, do you think I'd still be here?" He sighed softly.

"Of course, what a silly question." Ollivander sank down to sit with his back against a nearby pillar, his eyes distant.

"All we can do," he continued, "is keep faith and hope. Either we'll be let free, find some crazy way to escape, or... die here. But either way, nothing in this life is forever."

Luna nodded thoughtfully, sitting down beside him. "Yes, indeed. That's very wise." She offered him a small smile. "Well, for what it's worth, Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas?" Ollivander blinked in surprise. "Is it already the Christmas holiday?"

"Yes," Luna replied with a wistful sigh. "I was taken off the Hogwarts Express on my way home for the holiday."

"Even more of a travesty," Ollivander muttered. After a pause, he smiled warmly. "You know what? Since it's the Christmas holiday, why don't we pass the time by singing some carols? It might lift our spirits a bit."

Luna's face brightened. "What a lovely idea."

And so, the two spent the evening singing various carols, their voices creating a soft, harmonious glow that lit up the otherwise dark and dreary cellar.

Truly He taught us to love one another,

His law is love, and His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother,

And in His name, all oppression shall cease.

Suddenly, a voice from the stairs broke through the quiet.

"Hey, keep it down in here!" Draco shouted, storming down the steps toward them. "Don't make me put a silencing charm on you!" He gave them a stern look before turning back up the stairs.

Luna considered inviting him to join in their carol, but she knew better than to push her luck. In Draco's defense, she couldn't imagine how much Christmas spirit one could muster when surrounded by a family of Death Eaters. Despite his feeble threat, Luna and Ollivander continued their caroling—this time a little more quietly—until they were too tired to continue.