"Oh. Oh. Um, okay?" said Luna hesitantly, wondering if Newt had become unhinged as he windmilled his arms. "An angel, a demon, a Tibetan, an Antichrist and the four Horsemen, you say? Sounds like a song lyric." She was interrupted by a soft beeping sound coming from her telescope. "Oh dear, well, that's me. I'm doing some astronomical calculations, and well," she gestured somewhat aimlessly with her left hand, taking hold of her wand with her right. "You're more than welcome to stay if you like, though. Both of you." She turned to her telescope, muttering, "An angel, a demon, a Tibetan, an Antichrist and the four Horsemen, oh my."