Lovely, flowing locks of blonde swaying in the early morning breeze. Sitting on a rock, gazing out over the lake and watching the sunset while letting her arms hang by her sides and her crossed legs stop her from sliding off.
Fiery hair brushes freckled skin as another girl stands, halted midstep in her long-planned, much anticipated and most dreaded approach from behind.
I can't. I can't do this.
"Be brave!" Ginny whispers beratingly. "She's just Luna."
She's just perfect.
Ugh, be a Gryffindor about it and tell her how you feel.
She hesitantly walks up to the young girl to stand by her side then sits.
Silent, she knows the other girl knows who she is, even if her presence has yet to be acknowledged.
Has known since the beginning. Ginny thinks warmly. A rarity since she began school.
As she leans onto her left arm, she feels her right arm come into contact with Luna's.
In a matter of sudden calm courage, she laces their fingers together as their palms touch.
I can do this.
I'm doing this.
Careful to brush her lips against Luna's ear, Ginny asks, "So, Luna, how good is your love?"