A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #5- Media studies - Task #1 - #love:Write a fluffy story (Some hurt/comfort and angst are permitted so long as Fluff is prominent in the story)

Writing Club March

Showtime: 22 - Working My Way Back to You – (food) Cake

Elizabeth's Empire: 14- The Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children series by Ransom Riggs: Write about someone considered odd or unusual. Alt: (item) photograph

Word Count: 888

Luna had often wondered who would rent out flat E5. It had been empty for nearly a year this time. The last tenant, old Mrs. Griswald, had passed and most people didn't want to rent a flat where someone had died. Luna had never understood why. It made the place more interesting.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when she heard the moving truck, followed by the Potters' dog, Snuffles, barking loudly. She peeked out the window. Yes, it was a moving truck and not just the postman. She watched as a bed, a set of chairs, one scuffed looking wooden table, and an antique looking desk were carried from the moving truck and into the building.

Frowning, she opened her door. She hadn't heard about anyone planning to move in, if she'd known, she would have already started baking. Luna had made it her goal to welcome each and every person who moved into the Hogwarts Flats with a cake.

She watched the movers carry the items up the stairs. The lift had long since been broken by some kids messing around with fireworks. She smiled a little. That had been before her family had moved in. The Lovegoods had lived at Hogwarts since before Luna had been born. Now she was nearly twenty-three and had taken over the flat from her father. He was enjoying his golden years by traveling the globe.

"Five bloody flights of stairs," she heard one of the movers mutter. Her blue eyes widened. There was only one open flat on the fifth floor, Flat E. She nearly slammed her door and ran to her kitchen. Whoever was renting E5 was special person indeed and they deserved a special cake. She knew the just the one. After rifling through her recipe box for nearly five minutes, Luna finally found it. It had been her mother's recipe.

"Black Forest Chiffon Cake," she read with a smile. She gathered her ingredients, glad she always kept things on hand. Within a few minutes, she'd slid the cake into the over, set the timer, and turned her attention back to what was going on outside. She was secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of her new neighbor. Instead, all she was the youngest Potter child arguing with the little girl who lived in the set of flats next door. She shook her head. Those two were going to end up together, she could nearly guarantee it.

The timer beeping pulled Luna from her daydreams about the future. She slid the cake from the oven. It had risen perfectly. She waited for it cool. She hoped her new neighbor would be home, if they weren't, she would have to try again tomorrow. She was expecting a package tomorrow and the postman had a habit of just leaving things laying around. Her last package, a book of recipes, had gotten shredded by the Potter child's pet ferret, Draco.

Luna decorated the cake with white icing, cherries, and swirls of chocolate. She put a cover over the plate and headed out, making sure to lock her door behind her. The stairs were slightly tricky to navigate with the cake, but she did her best at balancing everything.

Soon she'd reached the fifth floor. She walked straight to the door marked E5 and knocked loudly. She could hear someone inside. Slowly the door opened.

"Can I help you?" a man asked. He had dark hair, pale skin, and looked to be about fortyish.

"Hello, I'm Luna Lovegood, I live downstairs in flat B3. I saw you moving in and wanted to welcome you to the building. I made you a cake."

The man looked at the cake in her hands, a smile crossed his face.

"It has been a long time since someone's made me a cake. I'm Regulus by the way, Regulus Black. Thank you. Um, I haven't gotten much unpacked yet, but maybe we could share the cake. I do have the kettle unpacked. A cup of tea maybe?" he offered, giving Luna a shy smile.

"Tea sounds lovely," she replied, following Regulus into the flat.

"What's Hogwarts like?" he asked, setting the table.

"It's nice. The landlord, Dumbledore is a bit of an dotty old man, but he's harmless enough. The Potters live in A2, they have three kids and several pets," Luna said, happy enough to have someone to talk to. Most the inhabitants of Hogwarts thought her a bit odd.

"Is it true someone died in this flat?"

"Yes, Mrs. Griswald, natural causes, in her sleep," Luna answered, cutting the cake and handing a slice to Regulus.

"I always find places were people have died fascinating. Do you believe in ghosts, Ms. Lovegood?"

"Luna is fine, and yes, I do!"

Regulus smiled.

"I'm glad you came to welcome me. This cake is delicious, and I believe in ghosts too. I heard there's a haunted house nearby?"

"Yes, the manor of Sir Nicholas. I've been there a few times, I could show you around if you'd like?"

"I would love it," Regulus answered. Luna smiled. She'd been right. The new tenant of E5 was quite special indeed. She had a knack for knowing these things, she also knew that even though Regulus didn't know it, she was going to end up being quite special to him.