Literature
A Moment in Hogsmeade
Commission for: Henuiitti
Icy January air nipped at her face and fingers. People surged forward in a constant stream, coming out in twos and threes. Indigo kept shifting her feet, making little snow-angels with her shoes. She listened absently to warm chatter that filled the air, making the snow look bright and the cold look almost cheerful. Her hair and shoulders were covered in snowflakes. After years of covertly staring at him, they were finally going out. Well, this was the first time, but still. Nothing felt more nervous or exciting in the world at this moment.
At last he emerged from the crowd, wearing a grin so tiny it looked alm