Angus shook his head, but said nothing. Luna was one of his closest friends, of course he'd get her something nice for Christmas. He was a bit confused as she walked away, but slightly horrified when she returned with a glass of green liquid. "Oh, that looks tasty," he muttered, sarcastically. He wrinkled his nose at it, but it smelt okay, so he threw his head back and took a big sip. Instantly, he felt as though his tongue was on fire. He jumped up, and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, searching for water. "What the hell did you put in that thing!" he exclaimed, horrified. Running back towards Luna, he slipped on the floor, and landed right on top of her. "Um..." he began, blushing profusely. He felt something strange, but he wasn't quite sure what.