Prompt: Sunset. The poem Minerva quotes is "Bright Star" by Keats.
The evening was warm. Minerva and Augusta sat on a bank overlooking the countryside that surrounded the Longbottom home.
"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, and watching- Augusta, are you even listening?"
"Mmm."
Minerva shut the book she had been quoting with a snap.
"You are not."
Augusta had been staring off into space, but the sound of the book made her start. She looked to her companion.
"Sorry, Darling, what did you say?"
Minerva gave an exasperated but fond sigh.
"Nothing," she said.
The greying-haired witch put the text down on the grass beside her and watched the other woman return her gaze back to the view. The setting sun gave off a light that caressed her face and, Minerva noted, made her look much younger than her seventy-odd years. Halo, might've been the word, had Minerva not known Augusta Longbottom much better. She knew her very well, for many years, and in all that time there wasn't a moment, it seemed to her, where the elegant, white haired beauty had looked more serene.
"Pray tell, what is more captivating than Keats?" Minerva asked after awhile.
Augusta lazily turned and gave a smile. She wriggled in an awkward way across the grass to sit closer to Minerva, the movement proving just how laid-back she was. The Scottish witch almost laughed, it was so endearing. She didn't say anything at all, her whole body tensing, when the other woman gently rested her head on her shoulder.
"You are," Augusta whispered, snuggling in closer.
Minerva scoffed, rolling her eyes. Augusta laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around her lover's body.
"Just for once, Minvera," she said, "I would like you to believe me when I'm telling you how phenomenal you are."
"The sunset has gone to your head," Minerva replied sharply.
"You go to my head," Augusta shot back, "Every single day."
She pressed a kiss into the crook of Minerva's neck, savouring the warmth, before placing another, then another. Minerva's eyes fluttered closed and she breathed in deeply.
"Keep reading," Augusta muttered between kisses.
"Are you going to listen this time?" Minerva said breathily, her eyes still closed.
"Probably not. You're a terrible distraction."
And the book was knocked aside as Minerva cupped Augusta's cheek and pulled her kisses onto her own lips.
The sun went down. And neither of them noticed.