She sat studying her books by the blue flame she had conjured and kept in a glass jar. She looked over at Harry's sleeping form, then at the empty bed where Ron should be. Harry turned over in his bed restlessly. Neither of them had slept much since Ron left. Tears came to her eyes and she tried again to read her book. The words swam before her eyes. She closed them but she could still see the blue light dance behind her eyelids.
Ron should be here. He had always been there on their adventures. They needed him.
She needed him.
Prompt: Flame