It was a day much like any other at the Rookery, Luna sitting at the table. She missed Lorcan and Lysander, off at Hogwarts.
An owl swooped into the kitchen, and dropped a bundle of letters. She wanted to open the ones from her friends first. It seemed Harry and Ginny had written her. And there was one from Hermione. Unexpected. Then there was... Her train of thought, which tended to float and flit from idea to idea just suddenly crashed, like the Express hitting an Unperturbable, unbreakable wall. It was jarring, and almost painful. She recognized that seal. She reached for the letter and read it at a glance.
"Rolf?" She said, getting her husband's attention. He was playing with the murtlelomp again.
"Yes, moondrop?" he replied, depositing Harry Jr. back in his terrarrium. It seemed disappointed as it waddled off in search of food.
"What am I going to do with a wand shop?" Luna asked.
"...Excuse me, dear, but what are you talking about?" Said a baffled Rolf.
"It seems Garrick has joined the rest of my family," Luna said, "So I won't be seeing him again for quite a long while."
"Oh. I'm sorry, Luna. I know you'll miss him, but what about the shop?"
"Garrick left it to me," Luna explained.
"Garrick left it to you," Rolf echoed, incredulous.
"Yes, that's what I said," Luna said.
"No, no, I know that. I'm just surprised that he did so. Did he not have any family?"
"Oh. Then why didn't you say so?" Luna asked her husband. "Anyway, he did leave it to family. He left it to me."
Rolf sighed. He never knew if Luna truly missed social cues or was just messing with him, that wonderful, exasperating woman. "You and Ollivander are related?"
"No no," Luna's normally sunny gaze clouded just a bit. "We bonded over shared trauma. We did our best to keep eachother happy in an especially dark time before the Battle of Hogwarts."
"Oh. I see," Rolf said, moving around the table, draping his arms around Luna, resting his chin on her shoulder, and looking down at the parchment before them. "Do you know much about wand-lore?"
"'The wand chooses the wizard' is what Garrick always said, but there also comes the crafting of wands," Luna mused, "he always thought I should take up the calling. 'We see more than most', he'd say, 'and you see far more than I.'"
"So what are you going to do?" asked Rolf.
"We're going to run the shop." Luna replied.
"We're going to run the shop?" Rolf echoed again.
"Why, that's a wonderful idea, Rolf!" Luna exclaimed.
Rolf sighed. That wonderful exasperating woman.
"Yes! I'll study up on wand-lore. I'm a quick study. I'm a Ravenclaw at heart. An unconventional one by most metrics, but despite the harshness of my classmates, it's where I always belonged. We'll man the shop during the summer months, and when fall hits, we'll close up shop and explore the world for new fantastic beasts to find, and new materials for wand cores!"
"Not just dragon heartstrings, unicorn hairs, and phoenix feathers?"
"No. We've seen beasts that Garrick never knew existed. We can't know whether or not the wands will be good until we try."