Luna planned to cook breakfast for Neville as a special surprise. Burned eggs and toast were not a part of her plan...

Song: My Favorite Things by Julie Andrews

Neville rubbed his eyes. Something wasn't quite right. The bed felt empty and the cottage smelled like bacon. Why did the house smell like bacon?

"I hope you like burnt toast and runny eggs." Luna sighed as she sat beside him on the bed. "I was trying to surprise you with breakfast. If you can wait about thirty minutes, I will run to the grocers and get more eggs and bread and try again."

"I'm sure it is just fine, Moonbeam." Neville curled around her. "I'm never really that hungry in the morning anyway. Do I smell bacon?"

"Yes, you do." Luna dropped her chin, staring at the floor. "It appears that I can make a decent cup of coffee and cook bacon to perfection. Toast and eggs, on the other hand, are not my cup of tea."

"You make very good tea." Neville sat up in the bed. "Let me get up and we will see what we can save of breakfast. I am perfectly fine with bacon and coffee for breakfast."

"The kitchen is a little bit of a disaster." Luna drug her feet as Neville got out of the bed. "I may have tried to make biscuits before I found the bread. I'm sorry."

Neville put a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his. "It will be okay. Just because you think today is a disaster, does not mean that it is the end of the world. We will tackle the kitchen just like everything else, together."

"Are you sure you want me to move in with you?" Luna tucked her chin into the crook of his neck. "I can be a bit of a disaster. I can't promise I won't leave a trail of projects gone wrong behind me."

"I'm sure of very few things in my life, Moonbeam." Neville kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. "Sharing this cottage and this life with you is one of them. Now, let's go have some bacon."

Luna: I can't believe I did that

Ginny: Did what?

Luna: Burned breakfast

Ginny: How do you burn cereal?

Luna: I didn't make cereal

Ginny: Oh

Luna: I tried eggs, bacon and toast

Ginny: Is the kitchen still there?

Luna: The bacon was good

Ginny: The eggs and toast?

Luna: Were burnt. But he ate some anyway

Ginny: Are you at Nev's?

Luna: Where else would I be?

Ginny: I thought you weren't moving for a few more days

Luna: I'm here, my stuff still hasn't moved

Ginny: Oh

Luna: I need to learn to cook breakfast

Ginny: He loves you no matter what

Luna: I still need to learn to make more than bacon and cereal for breakfast

Neville looked around the disaster that used to be the kitchen of his cottage. He had never experienced a breakfast like Luna had created this morning. Hearts cut into the bread and filled with an egg, all fried together looked good on Pintrest. But, like other things in life, the way it looked online in not the way it turned out in real life. He appreciated the effort but he could not stand the sad look on her face.

"I can cook just about any meal," she sighed as she stared at the floor. "But I have never been able to figure out breakfast beyond bacon, coffee and cereal. I only have bacon figured out if you like it crispy."

"So, we will eat cereal and bacon for breakfast." Neville pulled her into his chest and set his chin on top of her head. "Better yet, I will take care of breakfast while you handle lunch and dinner. Now let's get this cleaned up so we can head to your flat."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Luna's question was muffled against his chest. "It's not too late to change your mind about your invitation. The lease on my flat runs until February."

"I am not taking back anything." Neville voice rumbled through his chest. "I want you here more than anything. If the next forever is going to be like the last week, I am blessed."

"Even if I ruin breakfast?"

"Even if you ruin breakfast."

Neville: Do you know anything that will get the smell of burnt eggs and toast out of a kitchen?

Theo: No. Why?

Ron: Luna tried to cook breakfast, didn't she?

Harry: Did you eat it?

Neville: The bacon and coffee were good

Harry: She can cook lunch and dinner

Theo: So you won't starve

Ron: She makes good cupcakes

Neville: So she is making breakfast for everybody on Tuesday morning?

Harry: What is Tuesday morning?

Theo: Oh crap

Ron: We promised to help move furniture, didn't we?

Neville: I'll see you all bright and early Tuesday morning.

Luna looked around at the boxes in her sitting room. "It seems like so much now that it is packed up. Where are we going to put it all?"

Neville's voice seemed to come for the center of a pile of boxes. "We have the storage building at the Greenhouse as well as the attic if we can't find a place for it in the cottage. Our possession never look like much until we have to pack them up and move them. Are you going to be okay with all of this?"

Luna wiped a tear from her cheek and tried to smile. "I think so. I don't know why I am crying. I have been looking forward to this since you asked me."

"Is this the last place you lived with your dad?" Neville asked, as he rubbed her shoulders. "I know I was fine with moving things around at Gran's death. Until I packed up her sweaters from the office, then I fell apart."

"I was fine until this." Luna held up one of her father's pipes. "They have been sitting on that shelf forever. I look at them all the time. Putting them in a box should not be this hard."

"I'll tell you the same thing Ginny told me." Neville took the pipe from Luna's hand and placed it in the box she had been packing. "Those we have lost are not tied to a place or a thing. They are tied to our hearts and our minds. Putting his pipes in this box just means we get to move your memories of him with us."

"Ginny is a smart lady." Luna reached for the next pipe on the shelf. "This one goes on the mantle in the sitting room. The rest we will figure out later."

"It's getting late." Neville closed the box after Luna set the pipe into it. "How about we pick up a pizza on the way home. We have a party to get ready for."

"I think I can handle that." Luna stood on her tiptoes to kiss Neville's cheek. "First one to the car gets to choose the pizza."

Luna: So are you coming to bed anytime soon?

Neville: Just have to check on one more thing at the Bower

Luna: Everything was perfect there when I left an hour ago

Neville: I'm being obsessive, aren't I?

Luna: Yes … it is cold out there and we have had a long day

Neville: I'll be to the cottage soon

Luna: Come home

Neville: Yes, dear