Prompt: More
Words: 100
The summer sun was weak but warm. Harry lay on his back, an Aurors handbook levitating above him. Ginny lay perpendicular to him, using his torso as a pillow, a novel suspended above her head also.
Despite their individual reading they talked extensively during afternoons like this. Topics varied exponentially, ranging from past to present and even the future.
Harry was signed up to the Aurors once Ginny returned to school. It was her future, her life's ambition, which prompted Harry to atypically remark:
"There's more to life than Quidditch y'know."
"I know," she said mysteriously. "I want you too."