notes: i literally wrote this in about 20 minutes today at the maths class, it suddenly came up on my mind, and wow.

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She lies at the edge of the lake, her eyes closed, the sunlight lighting her face, and a small content smile on her lips. The wind plays softly with her auburn hair, making a mess out of it. She sighs. Her eyes flutter.

She hears a set of footsteps. They stop near her—and the sound of someone sitting near her. She sighs again. She opens her eyes, sunlight fills her eyes. She sits up and looks at the person next to her.

His hair a brown tousled wild mess, there is a tentative smile on his face. His grey eyes are fixed on her, shining with something she does not quite understand.

There is nothing golden or yellow on him, about him—and yet something about him reminds her of the sun—warm and safe and secure and charming and warm.

She does not say anything to him, waits for him to start speaking. She turns and starts to remove her shoes. Once her feet are free, she slowly brings them closer to the lake. When her feet touched the water, she hisses suddenly at the cold and immediately moves them up.

He chuckles quietly next to her—too quietly that she almost does not hear him. But she does, and she turns to give him a glare. Without leaving her eyes off of him, almost daringly, she lowers her feet to the water again.

He smiles.

"I believe you." he says.

"On what?" she replies. "You need to be more specific, I'm afraid."

She turns her glance to her feet, and slowly starts to move them. up and down. forward and backward. The water blurs.

He shakes his head.

"That you did not put you name in the goblet. I believe you."

She stares at him bemusedly, her face tilted slightly at right—she looks at him like looking a puzzle she is solving.

She nods her head slowly and her lips curl into a smile.

"Thank you, Diggory."