The Little Things that Matter

Engagment Party

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Title: The Little Things that Matter

Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat

Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Prompt: Feast and Bouillabaisse

An Engagement Party

So his mum and his scheming little sister had done.

After all their plotting and planning, they had succeeded in convincing the only person on his side to turn against him.

They had successfully persuaded Luna into the idea of an Engagement Party.

Funny because she had been the one to tell George that they didn't need a fancy party to commiserate their engagement. But then she had spent one day with his mum and sister, going over wedding decorations or something, only to come back to the shop and exclaim happily about having the party of the century.

"It'll be fun," she said, with that smile.

Now he sat in a chair in the backyard watching the festivities and the people mewling about, laughing and talking. He couldn't keep track of how many people had come and congratulated him already, along with mentions of how they never thought it was "about time he got married".

He was only twenty-four for Merlin's Sake! Had people expected him to get married fresh out of Hogwarts or something?

Luna appeared next to him with a big bowl of – well of something, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She looked lovely, dressed in her yellow sundress, white ballet shoes and a white ribbon in her hair. "Having fun?" she asked.

"In the very sense of the word," George said, grinning and standing from his seat to follow her to the table across the yard. "How's the feast going?"

It was another thing his mother had insisted on: stuffing people with enormous and unmeasured amounts of food. "People have got to eat, George," she had said, already frazzled and busy when he had arrived at the house.

"You're mother is cooking up a storm," Luna said, setting down the bowl. "Of course with my and Ginny's eager help. Is Mrs. Weasley always that fierce in the kitchen?"

"Always. And don't let her here you call her 'Mrs. Weasley'. She'll box your ears if you don't call her mum now."

Luna smiled, picking up a spoon and dipping it into the bowl. "It's something to get used to is all. . . . Want to try some?"

She held up the spoon. I eyed it cautiously. "What is it?"


"Bless you."

"No, silly. It's a French delicacy."

"Whatever for?"

"Well Fleur is coming isn't she? And I hear she's planning on bringing her parents. We, that is Ginny and I, thought it would be a pleasant treat for them, along with a whole lot of other French food. They'll positively love it!"

"You and Ginny made this?"

"Yep! All by ourselves."

"Since when have you and Ginny been French chefs?"

"Come on, George! Please? It won't kill you to try it will it?"

"It might," he muttered, but Luna's pleading gaze swayed him. It was important to her that he try it. He took the spoon and slowly stuck it into his mouth. He had never had bouillabaisse before so he wasn't exactly sure what it should taste like it. But if this, salty, tangy taste was how it was supposed to taste, than he didn't suppose it was to bad. "Pretty good," he said, handing the spoon back to Luna.

She grinned. "Oh, I just knew you'd like it. Now I've just got to try it on Ron and if he likes it, than it'll truly be a success."

Luna ran off, over to Ron who was speaking with Hermione about something. She latched onto his arm, pulling him towards the table. He visibly blanched, trying to look for some excuse.

George smiled at his wife-to-be, moving into the house where his mum and Ginny were busy at work. While they threw stuff into pots and rolled dough, a floating knife sliced potatoes, carrots, and other vegetables, while the fruits washed themselves in the sink.

"Luna get you to try the bouillabaisse?" Ginny asked, wiping sweat from her brow with her sleeve.

"Yeah, not bad," I told her, smiling.

"She was so very proud of it and she has a right to be. Made it all by herself."

"She said you and her made it. . . ."

"Nope. I suck at making anything that I've never heard of. Luna and I were making invitations and when she saw Fleur and her parent's names, she cried out that we'd have to have food for them. I asked her where was she going to find someone to cook good French cuisine at the last minute and she said she'd handle it. Next thing I knew, she came in here this morning with all these cook books, in English of course, but the affect is still the same. Of course, mum almost threw a fit when Luna started to cook, claiming that the bride-to-be shouldn't be an the kitchen during her Engagement party, but Luna finally convinced her. So we cook the traditional stuff while she handles the foreign food. She's actually doing a really good job."

George looked out the window as Luna shoved another spoon of bouillabaisse into Ron's mouth in a surprise attack. Ron went to spit it out but he stopped, taking a moment to actually taste the food in his mouth for once. He smiled at Luna who grinned, throwing her arms around his neck in a quick hug before running back towards the kitchen.

Luna came rushing, kissing George once more on the cheek before moving over the vegetables, taking the knife from the air and chopping them herself. "Success," she said, smiling out the window.

George smiled. That was Luna, he supposed, never taking the credit for herself but willing to share it with anyone, even if they didn't want it.

"George Weasley, you get out of this kitchen this instant!" his mum said, brandishing her rolling pin at her. "Move it, mister! You're in our way!"

"Alright, alright, I'm going mum!" George moved out the kitchen with a smile still on his face.

Gotta love his family.

A/N: So what did you think? I hope you guys enjoyed. Stay tuned for the next chapter.

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