They sat in the grass together and Susan leaned her back against him. He put his arms around her and nuzzled his nose against her neck while they watched eleven-year old Cecily plucking and gathering the brightly colored thistle into her basket. Susan smiled, partly so pleased and proud at the young girl her daughter had become, but also sad, knowing that this was the last summer with her as her little girl. September would bring her first term at Hogwarts, and she was almost certainly to be sorted into Hufflepuff like both of her parents. She smiled as she felt the lips press against the back of her ear and move down the side of her neck, his hair tickling her face. The sun was resting on the horizon. It would be only another few minutes and then it would disappear until tomorrow. This was that time of day that she loved so much. She and Ernie hardly had any sunsets. She missed him often, and was surprised daily by how lucky she was to have found love again.