When Harry walked into the kitchen one afternoon to hear Luna crying, he dropped his coat and ran over to her. "Luna? What is it? What's wrong?" She turned around with a knife in hand and held it up. He stepped back with his hands up. "Woah, woah."
"It's this onion." she said through her tears, sniffing. "I usually don't cry at onions, but this one is particularly teary."
Harry laughed quietly and took the knife out of her hand. "Okay. Here, let me see." He quickly chopped up the rest of the onion, feeling it sting his eyes a little, and put the knife down. "There you are, love." He kissed her forehead softly.
"Thank you." She tipped the cutting board into the pot on the stove and watched the onions fall in, one by one, making small 'whoosh' sounds as they went. "Did you know, the Quibbler said that this type of onion wouldn't make you cry at all?"
"That doesn't surprise me," Harry said dryly.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Harry replied, because love doesn't dwell on onions and neither did he. "Now, what's for dinner?"
"Tririard Nectar Soup!" she exclaimed. "A recipe from-"
Darn that Quibbler.
A/N: For the prompts "onions" and "hard not to cry" for the Alphabet Soup and If You Dare challenges respectively.
Wordcount: 199
~Allie~
