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ginny/luna muggle au. 

luna owns a bakery ginny stumbles upon one day. luna and ginny strike up a conversation, and luna draws an adorable little drawing on her paper cup, so ginny starts going there even though it’s horribly out of her way. like one whole town over out of the way. first it’s once a week, then twice, then soon she’s making any excuse she can. and to be fair, luna does make the best macrons – these white chocolate passion fruit ones – that ginny has ever had.

they become fast friends, but for some reason never really make plans to hang out. eventually ginny confesses that she’s been going out of her way this entire time, and soon after, she comes to the bakery to find a sign on the door that says that it’s closed down.

she despairs and tries to find luna on social media and fails. the facebook page for the bakery hasn’t been updated in over a year. ginny falls into this deep despair when she realizes that she doesn’t know how to get in touch with this girl, and dammit, she might have feelings for her.

because luna is a whole town over, no one knows her, and ginny is about to lose hope when sees luna setting up a new bakery in ginny’s town. and luna says that she didn’t want ginny having to travel all that way to see her, and ginny realizes that luna returns the feelings, and of course they date and end up happily ever after. the end.

send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it

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I love your Abbottom! Could you write some more, for Neville’s birthday please? :)

ladyknightley:

“And he still has absolutely no idea?”

“None at all,” Hannah says, and they exchange conspiratorial
glances which they quickly wipe off their faces as Neville re-enters the room.
Augusta Longbottom wipes invisible crumbs off the coffee table, and Hannah smooths
out invisible creases in her skirt.

“Thanks again for the cake, Gran,” he says. “And I’ll
definitely get a lot of wear out of those new wellies. But I think it’s time
for me and Hannah to go—our reservation’s at seven.”

“Yeah,” Hannah cuts in apologetically. “About that. Neville,
I’m so, so sorry but whilst you were in the bathroom, a message came through
from the pub. Everyone who’s supposed to be on tonight has come down with some
bug, and they’ve got absolutely no one there, and it’s such a nice day that
they’re bursting at the seams. Tom practically begged me to come in—there’s no
one else, and he’ll have to close otherwise.”

His intense disappointment is clear, but, to his credit,
thinks Hannah, he doesn’t for a moment suggest that she refuse to go in and
help out, even though it is his
birthday and the two of them have had this meal booked at the newly-opened and
very fancy restaurant at the other end of Diagon Alley for weeks.

At least as far as he knows.

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