"Check the foot of your bed before you sleep, and make sure no naughty Goblins have slipped in. Hogwarts shouldn't have any, but it never hurts to be careful. They like warm places."
"Dad, you need to be careful when you write at night too. If you work too late, Nargles will sneak into your quill, and then they'll eat your inspiration!"
"I know! Dad hasn't written at night in a long time. You can't sleep too late either, understand?"
Inside Platform 9 3/4, Xenophilius Lovegood was earnestly giving Luna his advice.
Although Luna had heard these reminders many times already, she still listened very seriously, nodding lightly now and then, and even reminding Xenophilius that he needed to rest too.
"This winter seems especially cold. When you get back to Hogwarts, you must watch out for the wind there. It gets into places even Nargles can't..."
"I will, Dad." Luna nodded, then said just as seriously, "Then when you write at night, you must remember to close the windows too."
"Otherwise Snotty Pukes will come in with the wind and sneeze beside you, messing up your train of thought."
"Of course!" Xenophilius showed a confident smile. "All you need is a steaming pot of Gurdyroot Tea!"
"The Snotty Pukes will run away on their own. That method has always worked. I do it every time!"
"Dad..." Luna tilted her head slightly, a trace of understanding flashing through her eyes. "Didn't you just say you don't stay up late?"
"Uh..." The smile on Xenophilius Lovegood's face froze, and his fingers unconsciously twisted the scarf around his neck.
He blinked and hurriedly changed the subject. "Right! I prepared two extra pairs of thick wool socks for you..."
"The socks have rainbow-colored Dirigible Plums on them..." he said, gesturing as he