"What if, Harry, I mean what if, one day you and the stinky ferret—"
"Ron!"
"It hurts - okay, okay, if one day you and Malfoy separate because of your position, what should you do, Harry?"
"Uh-"
"Ronald Weasley!"
"Hey Mione, it's just gossip!"
"What should I do? Of course I want him to forget about me."
The sunlight leaked through the gaps between the leaves and just fell on the boys and girls.
The black-haired boy smiled, and tiny spots of light danced in his eyes, condensing into a warm green.
The red-haired boy covered the arm that was hit by the elbow, grinning and yelling at the pain.
The brown-haired girl shook her head helplessly, her eyes filled with tenderness, her eyes fell elsewhere, and she waved her hand.
Not far away, a young man was leaning against a tree, his light gray eyes slightly narrowed, and his eyes met the black-haired boy's gaze, intertwined with silent whispers.
The dark-skinned boy next to the boy sat with his hands on the ground, winked at the girl next to him, and then waved in the distance.
The black-haired girl sat on the grass with her knees in her arms, her head resting on her knees, looking at the dark-skinned boy smiling softly, the tenderness in her eyes clearly visible.
The sun is warm and comfortable, maybe that's the beginning.