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The door swings open, as doors are wont to do. There’s a flash of summer, a snatch of a salty breeze, before the view is blocked by a large, purple umbrella. It advances into the bar, followed by a pair of psychedelic glasses.

Behind those is Luna.

“Oh.”

She pauses, oversized eyes widening even further as she stares around, and lowers the umbrella. Perching the multicoloured glasses on top of her head, she licks a finger and holds it up in the air.

“Oh dear,” she murmurs gravely. “The wind’s changed.”

The door snaps shut behind her.

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"One of them roars."

Molly's suitably impressed. "Awesome. Wish I had a hat that roars."

“I could make one for you,” she offers, regarding Molly’s hat thoughtfully. “It’s quite a simple charm.”

"You could? That'd be awesome!"

Molly notices Luna's gaze. "But, um, not this hat, please. I kinda like this one as it is."

“Are you sure?

I think roaring would suit it.”

Molly shakes her head stubbornly. "Maybe, but I like this one as it is. My mom brought it back from New York for me."

Struck by an idea, she asks Bar: "Um, nice magic bar? Could I have another hat like mine, please? Only... purple. Please?"

Sure enough, the hat appears. "...Freaking awesome."

She presents it to Luna. "Um, you can totally put the charm on this one, if you want, please?"

“Oh,” Luna blinks at the suddenly appeared hat, and peers around with interest. “Do we have house elves here?”

Solemnly taking the hat, she taps it with her wand and declares “Sonorus petasus!”

The hat roars obediently; Molly jumps, then beams.

"...Awesome," she says fervently. "Thanks! No, I don't think we have any. Mel says we have Oompa Loompas, though."

Luna smiles the contended smile of a good roar well done, patting the hat dreamily.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met an Oompa Loompa.”

"Me neither," says Molly. "I've never met a House-Elf, though, either."

“They’re very nice. I go down to the kitchens and talk to them sometimes, when I’m feeling lonely. People are quite nasty to them, you know.”

"Oh. That's not nice. Why are you lonely?"

People who can make hats roar, in Molly's opinion, ought never not to have friends.

“People think I’m a bit odd, actually.”

She looks thoroughly mystified by the thought.

"Really?" Molly considers. "People think my friends are a bit weird, too, I think. But if everyone was the same, everything'd be boring."

“Unless we were all dark lords. Then we would all be trying to kill each other.”

"And that wouldn't be fun," Molly agrees.

“We could all be very incompetent dark lords,” she suggests. “That might be quite funny.”

Molly giggles. "It might be, yeah. Only I think I like being me more."

“Me too. I don’t think I should like to rule the world.”

"Me neither," Molly agrees. "You'd always have to be thinking of stuff for people to do, and- and organising stuff."

“And killing the infidels. And they all get overthrown in the end, anyhow.”

She nods assuredly. They do.

Molly giggles. "My friend Gert says they should all read the Evil Overlord List. Maybe they wouldn't always do silly thinks like getting overthrown, then."

“Ah, the Evil Overlord List.”

No, she doesn’t have the faintest clue what that is.

"It's a list of rules. Stupid mistakes evil, like, overlords make in the movies and stuff, and what not to do."

Beat.

"Except I guess it'd suck if they never lost."

“I’ve never seen a movie. Are they good?”