Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters involved.
Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments).
Assignment #3 Geography: Geography of WWI. Task #3: Outbreak of Disease: Write about a character being sick. (Alt, if you'd like to write about a full pandemic, feel free, I just didn't want to force it.)
Neville stood outside of Luna's apartment door with an orange juice and a container of chicken soup in his hands. The moment he heard Luna was sick, he dropped everything he was doing to come to her.
He knocked on the door, wondering if the blonde was even awake. When he got sick, he could sleep through a war.
"Come in," Luna's voice, usually light and airy, sounded so congested and scratchy through the door.
Being mindful of the soup, Neville pushed the door open to see Luna laying on the living room couch, an episode of the muggle show "Friends" playing on the television.
"Oh, how sweet," Luna commented as she looked at Neville. She blew her nose into a tissue before depositing it into the waste basket on the floor. "You didn't have to, it's nothing major."
"It's fine, really," Neville insisted. He handed Luna the orange juice before moving into the kitchen. "Is it a cold?"
"I think so." Luna had woken up unable to breath clearly, her head felt heavy and sore from sniffling. She coughed in an attempt to help her scratch throat.
Tapping his wand on the stove top, Neville muttered, "Incendio."
With the flame ready, the brunet put the soup in a pot to warm it up. He listened to Luna giggle to the Friend's antics on TV as he stirred the soup.
"Good episode?" He called from the kitchen.
"Chandler called himself the chan-chan man," Luna laughed.
Not fully understanding why it was funny since he didn't watch the show, the brunet came back in the living room with the food. "Careful, it might be hot."
Luna pushed herself into a sitting position and gratefully took the soup. She raised it to her lips and started eating.
"It's really good," she complimented.
"Thanks, it's my mum's recipe," the brunet replied. He glanced at the TV.
"I was watching the episode where Monica was sick earlier."
What a coincidence. The brunet thought to himself; he cleared his throat. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Oh yes," the blonde put her bowl aside. "It's nice that you came."
"Of course I care, I'm your boyfriend after all."
Smiling, Luna gave Neville a kiss on the cheek. "You best be off, I don't want you to get sick."
"I'll be fine." Neville dismissed with a hand wave.
The next week, Luna stood in front of Neville's door, orange juice and soup in hand. She opened the door to reveal Neville with tissue covering him with "Friends" on TV.
"You'll be fine you said," Luna teased lightly. She set the juice and food down in front of him.
Neville chuckled, "Even the best are wrong sometimes." Eagerly, he took the lid to the soup off and took a spoonful. "Uh, Luna, what is this?" He choked out.
"Mint, chicken broth," Luna listed, ticking each item off her finger. "With a spoonful of cold medicine." She grinned proudly. "Better than chicken soup."
The brunet smiled, "It is because you made it."
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Let's face it, Luna wouldn't be Luna if she didn't do something different than chicken soup. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed.
