[ The feed opens to Luna sat at the kitchen table in what people might recognise to be 410 Prospero. Those who haven't seen her lately will notice two deep scratches, half-healed on her cheek - the result of her mother's return to Deerington. Or rather, the ending of it.

There's something else going on here, more importantly:

It's snowing. Inside.

Snow covers most of the kitchen and falls ever so gently down from the ceiling in a constant stream. Even poor Luna is covered in it, a light dusting on her shoulders and top of her hair. She doesn't seem particularly troubled by it. In fact she remains, as ever, a picture of serenity despite the chaos of the room around her. And it's not just the kitchen, either. The entirety of the inside of the house is currently covered in a light amount of snow.

Luna sits wrapped in a thick wool cardigan, gathering a small bundle close to her chest. There's movement, some kind of twitching, and for a moment, there's a snout of one of Newt's baby Nifflers peeking out and squeaking softly. She seems to be looking off camera for a moment, towards the sound of a pair of voices bickering: Newt and Theseus are in the midst of an argument. About the current indoor weather situation.

It's probably best to leave them to it. ]

Hello, everyone. [ She speaks as cheerful as ever, but she's being entirely serious about her public service announcement. This is very important, after all. ] As you're aware, it's now the holiday season and I have an important precaution for you all here in Deerington.

There's plenty of very interesting creatures here in Deerington, but today I wish to warn you about the possibility of some from my own world that may be lurking here. After all, if people can wake up here and creatures can end up here anyway - what's to say this particular creature hasn't come here, too?

I am, of course, talking about Nargles.

[ Yes, she's being very serious. A baby Niffler peeks out again and starts climbing up Luna's front, it seems to be aiming up towards her face. Luna continues regardless. ]

Nargles are a very small fairy-like creatures, very difficult to see at all really. They're harmless for the most part, but quite vicious thieves and will steal one's personal belongings: shoes, books, watches - anything that can easily lifted, I suppose. Sometimes it's unlikely you will get these things back. Or... maybe I suppose they might come back, just not always in the place you expect it to.

The reason I'm warning you all now is because Nargles infest mistletoe - a popular choice of decoration at this time of year. [ The baby Niffler makes it onto her shoulder, reaching for one of her dirigible plum earrings. Without breaking eye contact from the feed, she gently picks the creature up and deposits it back amongst its three siblings huddling against her chest within her cardigan. ] I ask you all be very vigilant of mistletoe at all times during the holiday season— oh, and keep an eye on your belongings, too.

Perhaps it's best to keep away from it in its entirety, really. [ She shrugs, smiling again. ] Be safe, everyone!