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It was late afternoon in the highlands of Hogwarts, and the sun was beginning to set. You and Ginny chuckled happily as you dismounted your brooms and ran toward a tree, ready to lay down under it. The two girls fell onto the grass, exhausted, next to each other, as they watched the sky turn slightly orange with the start of the sunset. You and Ginny often practiced quidditch together — on boring and generally sunny afternoons, like today.

You flew together for hours, laughing and talking about the latest news, without realizing how quickly time passed. You had been friends since first year, when you accidentally bumped into each other. Since the incident, you've never separated. You took your eyes off the sky and then turned your face to look at Ginny — her fiery red hair spread out across the grass, in a strangely beautiful mess.

Her cheeks were red from the practice and recent laughter, her freckles scattered over her face were now more evident against her rosy cheeks — making her look even more captivating. Your heart raced, but you ignored it. Then she turned when she noticed your gaze and looked back at you, now with an eyebrow raised and a playful smile on her face, she commented sarcastically:

"What? is there something wrong with my face?"