Young Luna sat in a tiny, wooden chair at a tiny, wooden table. The table was set with porcelain tea cups, small plates, a small tea pot, and cloth napkins. She was joined by a large, brown Teddy bear named Mr. Fluffykins, and a medium-sized, stuffed bunny named Holly Hopper. Luna stared with expectant eyes at a pie tin that rested at the center of the table. It was filled to the brim with chocolate-brown mud, the edges of which were decorated with yellow flower petals. In the center rested a single, beautiful, pearly white seashell.
The seconds ticked by and nothing happened, but Luna did not take her eyes off of the pie tin. Then, the pie began to change. The mud began to bubble as though it were piping hot. The flower petals danced around and the seashell spun like a spinning top. The mud bubbled and changed and solidified until it no longer looked like mud at all. It looked like an actual pie with actual crust, decorated with slits in the shape of flower petals and one, lone seashell. Luna smiled, pleased, but not surprised, as she used a plastic knife to cut herself a thin slice of pie. The crust was buttery, flaky and filled with berries that dripped with a deep red syrup. She placed the slice onto her plate and licked the syrup off of her fingers. It tasted like cherries.
“Isn’t it lovely, Mr. Fluffykins? Mum put a spell on the pie tin. Now it can turn mud pie into real pie.” Luna said. She cut a slice for Mr. Fluffykins and another for Holly Hopper. She knew they must have been hungry after waiting so patiently. She took a sip of tea and wiped her fingers on a napkin. Pie was one messy food.
Someone knocked on the door. “Come in!” Luna said. Her mother eased the door open and a greeted her with a smile.
“How’s my beautiful girl doing?” Her mother asked. She walked into the room, her cheerful,yellow apron lightly dusted with flour. Underneath it she wore a light blue dress and sunflower earrings dangled from her ears.
“I’m good. Look, Mum! Your enchanted pie tin works.”
“Oh, I’m so glad.” Her mother said. She knelt down beside Luna and stroked her long, blonde hair. “It certainly looks quite good. But how does it taste?”
“It’s lovely. Tastes like cherries. Would you like to try some?”
“Yes, please.” Luna picked up a forkful of pie and held it up to her mother’s mouth. Her mother took a small bite and her eyes were thoughtful, as though she were paying close attention to every flavor. “You’re right, that is good. You know, only a master mud pie maker could have made a pie that good.”
“Really?” Luna asked, her eyebrows raised.
“Really.” Her mother said.
“I did have some help from Holly Hopper.”
“Then you two make a great team.” Her mother said. She kissed Luna on the forehead. Luna stroked her mother’s silky, blonde hair. Her tiny fingers were still sticky with pie, but her mother didn’t seem to mind. “So, I was thinking. Since your father has been extra busy working on the Quibbler, and since I’ve finished most of my work around the house, I figured that you and I could have a Mother-Daughter day. How does that sound?”
“That sounds good.” Luna said.
“Great. We can do anything you want. What would you like to do?”
“Hmm.” Luna hummed. She placed a finger on her chin, thinking. There were any number of things they could do on a nice day like today. They could walk on the beach, but Luna had already gone to the beach to find a seashell for her mud pie. They could read stories, but there was a particular story she had been saving for bedtime. They could have a tea party, but Luna was already in the middle of one. She wanted to do something that she didn’t get to do everyday. Her mother tended to be busy with her housework or her spells, and her father tended to be busy with the Quibbler, so a full day to bond with either parent was something to take advantage of. Luna thought of her mother’s dark, wooden wardrobe and smiled. She knew what she wanted to do.
“Can we play dress-up?” She asked.
“Dress-up it is.” Her mother said. Luna grabbed her hand and lead the way to her parents’ room. The large wardrobe rested against the wall on her mother’s side of the room. Her mum’s side was neat, if not a bit cluttered with spell books and charms. Her dad’s side was always a bit messy, with half-empty coffee mugs and stacks of handwritten notes that threatened to fall off of his nightstand. Across from her parents’ bed, the window doors were left open to let fresh air blow into the room. There was a full view of the sandy beach, the ocean, and the partly cloudy sky.
Luna pulled open the doors of the wardrobe and took in the view of all her mother’s clothing. There were dresses, skirts, sweaters and jumpers. Shoes were lined up along the bottom of the wardrobe. Necklaces hung from hooks along the doors. At the very top were her mother’s scarves and hats. Everything was vibrant and colorful, and no two pieces were the same.
“Which dresses can I try on?” Luna asked. She looked over at her mum, who was trying to straighten out some of her father’s stacks of papers. Realizing it was hopeless, her mum abandoned the task and walked over to Luna.
“You can wear anything you’d like.” Her mother said. Luna pulled back the dresses on the rack when she came to an item she’d only seen once or twice before– her mothers robes from when she attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Stitched into the corner of the robes was the blue and bronze emblem that represented Ravenclaw House. The bronze eagle had its wings spread out as though it were guarding the door to all knowledge and wisdom. Luna considered trying on the robe when a particular dress caught her eye. The top part had short sleeves and was light green. The skirt was long and red and the whole dress was quite glittery. It looked like Christmas.
Luna yanked the dress down, causing its hanger to clatter to the floor. She pulled the too-big dress over her head and giggled when the skirt fell around her like a puddle. She looked over at her mother, who had put on a pair of large sunglasses, as well as a purple, poka-dotted scarf that did not match at all with her dress or her apron. Luna decided she should accessorize, too. She scanned her mother’s collection of jewelry when a necklace with a green pendent caught her eye. It hung from a string made of black silk. She remembered her mother wearing this on the beach once or twice. If the pendent was touched by water, it began to glow.
“Mum, can I borrow that necklace, there? It’s too high up for me to reach.” She said, pointing at it. Her mother took off the sunglasses and deliberated for a moment, then took the necklace off of its hook and knelt down to give it to Luna.
“This necklace is very important to your mum. It was a very special gift from your dad. Will you be extra careful with it?” Her mother asked.
“That’s my Luna.”
“Would it be okay if I tried on some lipstick?” Luna asked, her voice excited.
“I have some in the medicine cabinet. I’ll be right back.” Her mother said. She tapped Luna on the nose and left the room. Luna walked over to the mirror to see how she looked in the dress, lifting the skirt carefully so she wouldn’t trip. In her reflection, the dress absolutely drowned her. Still, she thought she looked rather pretty in it. She imagined herself being older, looking very much like her mother, and being tall enough to fit this beautiful dress. When she turned this way and that, the dress glittered in the light of the day.
She realized it would be easier to put on the necklace if her hair was pulled back. She held the cool, smooth pendant in her hands before placing the necklace on a cushioned footstool. She turned to the mirror to tie her hair back, smoothing the top with her hands the way her mum always does.
Luna went to get the necklace, but when she turned back to the footstool, it was gone. It had been there only a moment ago, but now it was nowhere in sight. She just didn’t understand. How could it have disappeared? Her blue eyes darted around the room, hoping she would somehow find it. When she didn’t, she felt the tears stream down her cheeks. Her hands began to shake and she realized she was gasping for breath. Her mother’s special necklace was gone.
Her mother came into the room to find Luna crying. She knelt down beside her and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her free hand. Her other hand was carrying a bunch of golden lipstick tubes.
“Oh, Mum, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how it happened! I just put your necklace down on the footstool, and when I went to pick it up again, it was–it was–gone!” Luna cried harder, burying her face in her mother’s hair.
“Ssh… Ssh… it’s okay.” Her mother said, stroking her back. “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not. I l-lost your sp-special necklace.”
Her mother pulled away to place firm hands on Luna’s shoulders. “You listen to me, Luna. Listen closely. I want you to remember what I’m about to tell you.”
Luna took a breath and calmed down a bit, but hot tears still streamed down her face. She sniffled and blinked the tears away. “I’m listening.” She said. Her mother looked into her eyes and smiled a genuine smile.
“I promise you. The things we lose always have a way of coming back to us.” Her mother said. A crow cawed just outside, making Luna and her mother look out the window. The black bird rested on a tree branch, and in its mouth rested a silk, black string with a green pendent attached to it. “If not in the way we expect.” Her mother added. A smile could be heard in her voice.
“It’s your necklace! Should we try and get it?” Luna asked. Her mother pursed her lips as though she were deep in thought.
“I have a better idea. How about we go down to the kitchen and share a nice bowl of pudding?”
“But what about your necklace?” Luna asked. She wrinkled her brow in confusion. Her mother shrugged and smiled.
“We’ll get it later.” Her mother said. Luna bit her lip, uncertain, but then she smiled back.
“Okay. Let’s go then. Pudding sounds great.” Luna said. She went down to the kitchen to share a bowl a pudding with her mum, and all her tears were replaced with smiles.
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