The candles extinguished, Luna sat up straighter in her chair. Wand still extended, she felt the kiss against her cheek. Her cheeks colored as she thought naughty thoughts immediately, her concentration wavering. Losing control of her spell, the gust of wing billowing about underneath Ginny's skirt began to tease her friend's undergarment down. Enough to know that it was loose and for the wind to blow right up the redhead's pussy, soon engulfed inside where it blew about, caressing every part of the dark passage and beyond.
"Presents?" Luna asked, but her father shook his head. "Cake first, my dear."
Mr. Lovegood began cutting them each a slice of cake. Ignorant to the misdeeds of her errant spell, Luna watched in rapture, anxious for cake and her presents. She was curious if the unicorn cake would come alive and protest it's surgery as well. Turning to Ginny, she smiled, grateful that her best friend was always there for her.
"Would you like the horn, Ginny? It might be good luck."