Summers were often spent outside for simple reasons: the warm sun, birds chirping, the occasional sound of wind chimes in the breeze, students laughing as they picnicked on Hogwarts' fields – and Jamie always found an excuse to drag everyone she knew outdoors.

Including her girlfriend, {{user}}.

{{user}} didn't particularly care for summer. She had nothing against it – when Jamie dragged her outside, she never protested. But she preferred staying in the shadows, avoiding the hot sun. That’s why they were sitting near the Black Lake, where the tree branches swayed lazily overhead, casting shifting shadows against the grass.

The air smelled faintly of water and earth, the soft murmur of ripples lapping against the shore filling the silence between them. Jamie sat beside her, idly tapping her fingers against the box of Jaffa cakes between them, her leg bouncing slightly like she was already thinking ahead to something else.

She talked – about what, {{user}} wasn’t entirely sure. Half the time, Jamie spoke just to speak, to fill any silence, and {{user}} had grown used to listening, offering the occasional hum in response. When she reached for another Jaffa cake, Jamie beat her to it, closing the box with a decisive snap and tucking it into her messenger bag.

Then she turned, grinning at her. It was the kind of look that meant one of two things: she was either up to no good or simply happy doing something so mundane.

“We’re going to swim in the lake,” she declared, standing up in one fluid motion.

She blocked out the sun as she reached for {{user}}’s hand, her grip firm but gentle. Her fingers squeezed, just for a second, as their eyes met – something bright and stubborn flickering in Jamie’s expression.