The stairs squeaked, in the dark house in Dorset. The figure creeping down them froze, for a moment. But there was not a stir from upstairs, and not even a murmur from the downstairs guests.
The prowler breathed a sigh of relief, and continued downstairs to the kitchen, where he carefully opened the ancient Thau-Ma-Freeze. Cackling to himself like a thief in the heart of a dragon's lair, he withdrew a large frozen container.
“Oh, were you going to have ice cream?”
“Eek!” the prowler exclaimed, jumping into the air and almost dropping the container. He spun about, wild-eyed.
“I'm sorry,” said Luna. “I didn't mean to frighten you.” Her large, radiant eyes were all that he could see of her face, as moonlight illuminated the top of her head but left the rest of her in shadow. The old man clapped a hand to his heart, and mumbled, “Merlin, I thought you were Porpentina! She'd hex me into next week if she caught me sneaking sweets after bedtime.” He blinked at the young witch, and said, a little anxiously, “You won't tell her, will you?”
Luna smiled. “No, it will be our little secret.” She glided over to the kitchen table to join him. “Provided you share.”
Newt Scamander chuckled, and conjured bowls for himself and his granddaughter-in-law. “Luna, my dear, have I mentioned how very much I enjoy your being part of our family?”
“You have, actually, but it's always nice to hear.” She looked happy, almost like a child, as her husband's grandfather scooped ice cream into their bowls. Newt sighed, and settled into a chair.
“Not that I mind the company, my dear,” he said. “But why are you up so late? Not having trouble sleeping, are you?”
Luna paused, with her spoon half in her mouth, looking uncharacteristically pensive.
“You and Rolf haven't had a row?” the elderly wizard asked. “Oh, that's common with newlyweds, don't worry about it.”
“Newt,” Luna said, more than a little bemused. “Rolf and I aren't newlyweds anymore. We've been married for six years now.”
“Pshaw!” He waved a hand. “Porpentina and I have been married for sixty years.” He leaned towards her, and whispered, “And we still quarrel like newlyweds!”
Luna giggled. “I just felt like ice cream,” she said, not sounding entirely convincing.
“Well, one of the privileges of age, my dear – and believe me, the more aged you become, the more you must take advantage of the privileges that accrue – is that you can stay up as late as you bloody well please, and have ice cream if you feel like it! Even straight out of the container!” He nodded, harrumphed, and then, added in a much quieter voice, “As long as your wife doesn't catch you!”
“Well,” she said slowly, “I suppose I have a good excuse too.”
“Oh?” He chuckled. “What's that?”
Luna smiled coyly, having decided that it would be easier to tell her grandfather-in-law first.