For Lucy on her 18th birthday
Hold within your arms a sun
And let it smile and wish you well.
Play with it, and when you're done,
Put it where you'll never tell.
Your sun will smile just for you,
Being yours, and yours alone,
Inside your palace, out of view,
Resting in a place unknown.
The sun we wish for you is bright,
Happy doing what suns will:
Daring to hold off the night
As loves and dreams your future fill,
Your cares caress and sorrows still.
I haven't written drabbles in ages, so my apologies if this is subpar. Starring LN!Susan and Ernie. I tried for Seamus, but he wouldn't talk.
The sun shone dimly in the evening, slanting softly over the Quidditch pitch. Dust motes waltzed though the fading beams of light to a melody Susan could just barely catch. She swam through the bathwater warmth of it and lay in the grass under the hoops. The turf sprang back under her hand when she tried to flatten it, waiting patiently. Just as the last rays were crawling out of the stadium, Ernie crept in. Three steps out, he toed off his shoes, loosened his tie and tossed down his wand. “Did you see Seamus and Dean this morning? They have no shame,” he smirked. Susan laughed and untied her hair. Their Thursday night ritual had begun.