Looney (Luna Lovegood x Fem Reader)

Chapter 38: Out

The day came when I was to go over to Luna's house and have dinner with her and her father, and I spent most of the day picking out something to wear (first impressions are everything, after all). I settled on a striped shirt with a pair of white jeans, a brown belt and brown boots to match, and a gold necklace that I hadn't worn in years, but decided to wear today because it was collecting dust in my jewelry box.

Before I left, mum gave me a bottle of whiskey to bring as a gift for Luna's father. I was confused as to why mum would gift him whiskey as opposed to literally anything else, because whiskey is strong and bitter; absolutely nothing like I would imagine Mr. Lovegood, or anyone for that matter, to favor. I don't understand why my father liked it either, and he was one of the nicest people I knew. When I was little he let me take a tiny sip of the whiskey he was drinking, and it was the foulest thing I've ever tasted. I remember how he laughed at me when I was coughing and trying to get that awful taste out of my mouth, and I remember vowing to him that day that I'd never drink whiskey again for as long as I live.

"It's an acquired taste," he said right before he downed the rest of the whiskey in the glass, and I smile at the memory; I'm my father's daughter in almost every other way, just not when it comes to the drink. As I walk over to Luna's house I wonder what he would say if he could see me now, and I realize that I'm wondering about that much more often these days.

Once I've arrived at a rather stout-looking cottage, I check the address that Luna had written on a scrap of parchment, this should be the right place. I walked across the lawn with my bottle of whiskey in hand to knock on the purple door, but there was no answer. I knock for a second time, but still nobody answers. My heart speeds up and my mind instantly floods with worry; what if it's the wrong house? What if it's the wrong day? What if she forgot? I raise my fist to knock for the third time when a tall man with long blonde hair, almost identical to Luna's, opens the door.

"Uh, hi," I manage after he doesn't say anything. "I'm Y/n, I'm Luna's...friend."

"Ah," he says with a smile. "Come in, come in."

"My mum said to give you this," I said, handing him the whiskey as he ushered me in the door.

"Tell her I appreciate it," he answered. He puts the bottle down on the counter and shouts up the staircase that snakes around a corner. "Luna! Come down, your friend's here." I hear footsteps first above me, then going around to the other side of the house before running down the stairs. Luna has her hair tied back in a ponytail and she wears a striped shirt and a pair of jeans, just like me. Her outfit was much more colorful than mine, as always, and her face lit up when she sees me. I notice that her feet are bare.