Prompt: Longing
Words: 100
Ginny stared out the window as Harry, King's Cross and, eventually, London disappeared from view. Her longing was increasing the further away she was from Harry. It irked her slightly that she was like this about him. She had always been independent and had never wanted to be the girl that pined for an absent man.
Wrestling with her trunk she managed to get the trunk down from the rack and opened it up, rummaging for parchment and a quill.
While she craved Harry's soothing presence, a letter would have to do. Harry would, afterall, be craving her company too.