"Hello, Love." Theo lifted his head to take her in through the strands of his hair as it fell over his eyes. It was getting rather long now, Luna kept trying to cut it for him with a horrifying torture device that Theo learnt were called scissors.  Sharp, metal, muggle, stabby, joined knives  he had called them when Luna dangled them near his neck, the blades glistening in the night. He snatched them from her fingers nimbly and stashed them in his cigar case where he knew they couldn't be used against him when he least expected it.