"Get rid of it." Ginny's voice is never this cold.
Luna looks back over her shoulder, confused. "What?"
"The book. With the pictures." She waved her hand at the photo album Luna had been poring over. "You're better at spells than me. Make it go away."
"Why?"
"It's full of pictures of…them. You know? Harry and them." She sat down beside Luna, favoring the knee she'd injured in practice. "I just…they're not my life anymore. You are."
"But I'm in here too. And Hermione, and your family."
"Oh." Ginny looked down at the photos. "Maybe just the ones with me and the boys? Maybe you could get rid of those?"
"I mean, I could throw them away…"
"No. I want them gone. They're nothing, they went away a long time ago."
Luna didn't look happy. "Say please."
An apologetic note in her voice. "Please, Luna, please burn those pictures."
"Incendio." Luna aimed carefully, scorching small rectangles into the pages where photos of Ginny with Harry and Michael and Dean used to wave and grin. As she burned them, GInny rested her head on Luna's shoulder. Later, afterwards, lying in bed, Luna thought about the way Ginny had seemed lighter once every trace had been gone, once the fact that they'd pretended to be friends at Hogwarts was eradicated from their life together. Maybe it was for the best, she thought to herself, and she pulled the sleeping Ginny to her.