Written for Hogwarts' Writing Club - Showtime - It's Quiet Uptown: (setting) Garden and Days of The Month: Fight Procrastination Day - Write about a lazy person, the Roald Dahl Day Event: Brilliant sunsets - Write about watching the sunset, and the Love in Motion Event - GinnyLuna.

Word count: 331


in the amber of this moment

"I love this place," Ginny sighed happily, tucking her head on Luna's shoulders, entwining their fingers over their lap.

The rough back of her favorite apple tree kind of hurt against her back, but it was a pain she was willing to bear for the bliss of being with Luna. Here, in their garden, it felt as though time had stopped, like the war going on outside didn't exist, or perhaps that it simply didn't matter.

The soft breeze curling around their hair was warm, but now, as the sun slowly set in a technicolor of blood reds and oranges, it was far from the overwhelming heat it had been during the day.

It felt like a hug, almost, like someone had tucked a soft and cozy blanket around them, and Ginny never wanted to move again.

Here, even talking needed to be something soft and quiet. Their garden was a place of peace and love, and those didn't need to be loud to be heard.

The dying light of the day made Ginny's hair look like it was on fire, and she loved seeing that—as child, how many times had she pretended to wear a crown of fire while playing here?—but right now, that small miracle paled in comparison to the one beside her.

Because Luna's hair, in this warm, entrancing light, looked like spun gold, like the greatest treasure this world could ever give.

The Philosopher's Stone, Ginny imagined, would look something like Luna Lovegood in the dying light of dayan otherworldly vision, meant for eyes holier than hers.

Luna hummed gently, fingers tracing odd patterns on the back of Ginny's hand, a mysterious smile playing on her lips as shivers travelled up Ginny's arms, spreading from her touch.

"I love it, too," she finally replied, fingers stilling; but she wasn't looking at the garden, nor at the sunset.

Her eyes, big and bright and oh so blue, were staring straight into Ginny's.