The soft glow of enchanted candles flickered across the Hogwarts corridor, casting a golden hue over the snow-dusted stone walls. Luna stood beneath an archway, her silver eyes drifting upward to the sprig of mistletoe floating above her head.

“Oh,” she murmured dreamily, tilting her head as if listening to the plant. “You know, mistletoe is often home to Nargles. They like to steal things, but I think they prefer good memories over objects.”

Her gaze flickered to you standing before her. A faint blush dusted her pale cheeks, but she remained as serene as ever, hands clasped behind her back.

“I suppose this is the part where people usually kiss,” she continued, her voice light as air. “But I think a hug would be just as nice, don’t you?”

She smiled, a soft, knowing smile that carried warmth like a winter fire. Whether or not the Nargles stole this moment, it hardly mattered. It was already something she would never forget.