The only indication that it was Christmas morning came from the muffled sounds of laughter and the occasional 'Happy Christmas' drifting down from above. Luna was almost surprised to find that the Malfoys celebrated Christmas at all. The festive noise, instead of being a comfort, felt like a cruel tease. She should have been enjoying tea by the fire, unwrapping presents, and listening to her favorite holiday music with her father.
Luna bit her lip and hugged her knees tightly to her chest. Happy Christmas, Daddy, she thought. I miss you. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell, hitting the stone floor like raindrops nourishing the plum trees back home.
Just then, Ollivander sat down beside her and pulled her into a gentle hug. "There, there," he said softly. "Just let it out. We don't have to talk if you don't want to."
Luna's tears flowed freely onto his shoulder, and, as they did, she felt some of the weight in her chest lighten. For a while, they sat there in silence, Griphook stubbornly keeping his distance. Above them, Luna could hear the sounds of merriment continuing—laughter, clinking plates, and the faint hum of a celebration that didn't include them. It seemed that the Malfoys were having their Christmas dinner, and yet, no one had thought to bring food for the prisoners below.
Hours passed, and Luna lost track of time, until she thought it must have been nightfall when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Her heart lifted when Draco appeared, balancing a tray laden with food—candies, slices of goose, and even a mug of hot butterbeer.
"I managed to sneak some leftovers from our Christmas dinner," he said as he unlocked the door, quickly relocking it behind him once inside.
"That's very kind of you, Draco. Thank you," Luna said, her face lighting up with a warm smile as she accepted the tray. "Happy Christmas, by the way." She turned to Ollivander. "Look, they did remember us after all!" Luna took a bite of the goose and then offered some to Ollivander.
"Uh, well, I really only brought enough for you..." Draco began, looking uncomfortable.
"Oh, don't be silly. There's plenty here for all of us!" Luna called out to Griphook, who slowly trudged over, grumbling as he joined them for the makeshift feast. Luna took a sip of the hot butterbeer, its warmth spreading through her and melting away some of the sadness. "Here, Ollivander, have a sip." She handed him the mug, and he gratefully took a swig. "Would you like some, Griphook?" she asked, but the goblin merely huffed at her offer and continued picking at a bit of suckling pig.
"You should try my mother's mince pies," Draco said, a little more proudly now. "They're the only mince pies I'll eat."
While Ollivander eyed Draco with suspicion, Luna picked out a mince pie and took a bite. "Oh my, those are wonderful! Are you sure you won't get in trouble for giving us your leftovers?"
Draco waved off the concern, clearly unconcerned. "I didn't take enough for them to notice. Trust me, they won't miss it."
Luna, feeling a surge of gratitude, went to give Draco a hug but stopped herself when he stepped back. She paused, a bit flustered. "Sorry, that was too forward of me."
Draco didn't respond to her apology right away. Instead, he asked, "Are you guys finished? I can't stay here too long."
Luna handed the empty tray and mug back to him. "Thank you again for Christmas dinner. And, Happy Christmas."
Draco hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Luna and the door, before muttering quietly, "Happy Christmas."