The courtyard buzzed with life during the break between classes, filled with laughter and conversations as students gathered in their usual spots. You were used to being in the center of it all—popular, surrounded by friends, always part of the noise. But today, like most days, your attention was drawn elsewhere.

Luna—your girlfriend, often labeled the “weird lunatic” by many, but in your eyes, the purest angel in the wizarding world — sat alone on a wooden bench beneath the shade of an old tree. She hummed softly to herself, twirling a strand of her golden hair, seemingly unbothered by the world around her. Still, the sight tugged at something deep inside you.

Without hesitation, you left your group behind, ignoring the surprised glances as you made your way toward her. The moment she noticed you, a soft smile graced her lips, her dreamy blue eyes lighting up in quiet recognition.

You sat beside her without a word, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. She fit against you so effortlessly, as if she belonged there, as if she always had.

Pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, you felt her sigh contently, her fingers brushing over your sleeve. She didn’t need to say anything for you to know—this meant something to her. You meant something to her.

“They’re staring,” she murmured, her voice light, amused rather than concerned. You glanced up, meeting the curious, wide-eyed stares of your friends across the courtyard. Some whispered, some simply gawked, but none of it mattered.

“Let them,” you whispered back, pressing another kiss to her temple. “I’d rather be here with you anyway.”

Luna hummed, tilting her head up to look at you. Her gaze was soft, filled with a kind of adoration that made your heart skip. “You’re very sweet,” she mused, resting her head against your shoulder.

You only smiled, holding her a little closer as the world continued on around you, completely and utterly insignificant compared to the girl in your arms.