luna/neville — soup
for padfoot-moony-and-tonks
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He stares down at the assortment of herbs and vegetables she’d taken from his greenhouse, then eyed her warily as she stirred the cauldron in front of her. He winced as she added gurdyroot slices to the puce liquid in front of her. The concoction immediately began smoking and a smell that reminded him forcibly of his grandmother filled the room.
“Erm…Luna? What kind ofim potion are you making?”
Luna turned and blinked up at him. “Don’t be silly, Neville. I’m not making a potion. This is dinner.”
