butterbeer girl
Cho walked into the common room, tripping slightly, but recovering herself quickly. It was only from this walk that Luna knew something was wrong.
"Cho?" she whispered. It was late, and she hadn't been expecting anyone to come in.
The older girl glanced her way. "Luna!" she said, the word elongated more than necessary. She proffered a brown bottle from underneath her cloak. "Butterbeer?"
Luna shook her head. She hadn't taken Cho for a drinker, but she learned something new every day.
"Your loss." Cho sat down with a thud and took a swig, the bottle almost slipping from her fingers as she clumsily put it down. Luna reached out and steadied it.
"It's Harry," she inferred quietly.
"What?" Cho asked, smiling.
"It's Harry." she repeated. "You're sad about Harry."
"Yep," Cho popped her 'p.' "He's probably going to die." She laughed. "I'm cheery, aren't I?" She moved to take another drink, but Luna put her hand over the bottle. "What, you want a drink now?"
"No, but you shouldn't have any more."
Cho tried to pull the bottle away, but Luna wouldn't let her. Cho would've been stronger, but she was completely drunk. "No fair." she slurred. It was quiet, and then "I just feel so much pressure. To be The Boy Who Lived's perfect girlfriend. I should be lucky that I'm dating him, right?" Luna didn't say anything. "But I'm not. It's really hard, when everyone looks at him and not you."
Luna put the bottle aside and took Cho by the hand, leading her up to her bedroom as she rambled. As she tucked her in, Cho began to drift off. "And it's just a lot…" she yawned. "Goodnight, Luna. Dream like rainbows."
She smiled and headed to bed. Cho Chang was more beautiful than she knew.
A/N: For Cheeky's Weekly, Hard: Write a character you've never written before. Your drabble must be under 300 words, and you must take two prompts from me.
Wordcount: 300 exactly.
Allie