Just a little fluff.
Lorcan and Molly were laying in the grass in a straight line, the tops of their heads touching and their hands locked together. There was no place they'd rather be.
"Molly?"
"Yeah, Lor."
"I have this really weird way of being. Sometimes people want me to be another way. But that means they don't like who I am. Because the way that I be is who I am. Be is different from all the other verbs. It means so much more. For example, instead of be, I'll use the word walk. The way that I walk is who I am. That's not true. The way that people be sums up who they are. People try to tell me that something I just did is not me being but just an action that I did. A wrong action. But it's not. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to tell when what I do is my way of being or just an action. Since my way of being is different people like to call them actions and believe that who I am is not what I just did. But I'm not going to try to change their minds anymore. They can believe whatever they want about the way that I be and my actions and who I am, because the people I care about like my way of being and accept it. Do you get it, Molly?"
"I do." After a considerate pause she said, "Lorcan? Do you like my way of being?"
He smiled and said, "Molly, I think your way of being is the most beautiful and most wonderful way to be."
She smiled up at the sky and squeezed his pale hands in her own. She whispered, "I never believed in love."
"Well, then what do I call the feeling I have for you?" Lorcan said, twirling a lock of her bright red hair in between his fingers.
Molly, ever the Ravenclaw, said, "Is that your weird way of saying that you love me?"
Lorcan, ever the Lovegood, replied, "It would explain the Wrackspurts I get near you."
She chuckled, "Then I guess... I love you too."
They sat in silence for a long time. A beautiful and wonderful silence. The most beautiful and most wonderful silence to have. And there was no way they'd rather be.
Who likes it? Be honest.
(P.S. Am I the only one who's ever wanted to write a story about someone else's OCs. Not to sound conceited, but if anyone wants to write a story about my OCs they can. I feel like that too much, but I'm to afraid to ask. You don't even need to ask. Just credit me.)