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Luna comes into the bar, pink-cheeked from chilly air and quiet exuberance. Her very first trip into Hogsmeade Village has, in her opinion, been an overall success.

She has enjoyed herself immensely. She'd bought a candy-coated apple from a tiny street stall, sent off a few touristy cards from the post office, joined a handful of Beauxbatons students for a bit of an informal walking tour and, even though it's early, gotten some Christmas shopping done.

She had planned to finish up with a mug of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. In fact, she had been several steps into Milliways before she realized that she was not in the Hogsmeade pub. But not matter. Milliways is just as good.

Luna sets several colorful shopping bags down on a table, and begins to unwind a long, plum-colored scarf from around her neck.

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"Vomit, then. That's one of the nastiest. So is earwax. I'm not terribly fond of farm dirt, either."

Luna takes a sip of her hot butterbeer.

"He likes to, sometimes. He says it helps him think. But mostly we let things grow as they please. You get such interesting things that way."

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"Mom liked that about gardening, too. She planted a lot of garden boxes in the city. It's one of the few things about Tazmily that hasn't really changed."

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"What did she like to plant?"

There are all sorts of possibilities when it comes to gardens.

Even among non-wizards.

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"Gardenias and sunflowers. She always liked to keep some on the table. There's a field of sunflowers not too far from Tazmily and Dad would sometimes find the biggest ones he can, taller than Claus and me, to bring back to her."

There's no denying that Lucas's parents were really in love. Most people in town said their love made even the little birds in the trees jealous.