"Achoo."
Luna was not a violent sneezer. She was one of those people that sounded like a squeaky toy when she sneezed. It was pretty cute. Oz still wanted her to stop. He handed her a tissue.
"How are you feeling?"
She wiped her nose.
"I'm alright, really. I'm just leaking a bit. It'll stop soon enough."
She blew her nose lightly.
"Do you need anything?"
Oz sucked with sick people. Willow had gotten sick once, and he'd tried to make her soup. Turns out, spellbooks are really similar to cookbooks. Luna shook her head.
"It's just a slight cold. Could you give me that tea over there?"
He didn't know when the tea had gotten there, but he didn't question it. It was Luna, after all.
"Sure."
Luna sighed into her teacup.
"Thank you, Oz."
Luna had never had anyone take care of her when she was sick. She still hadn't, she supposed. Oz got a bit closer than other people had, though. She wished she could pay him back for his help. But perhaps she could. Luna leant up and kissed Oz on the cheek. Oz smiled.
"No problem."
After Luna got better, Oz had a cold for two weeks. She made him soup every day.