After midnight came the Beginning of Autumn.
The Big Dipper pointed southwest, and the sun reached 135 degrees ecliptic longitude, signaling that the summer heat was beginning to recede. All things began shifting from lush growth toward maturity, and the grain could be harvested.
Unfortunately, people here did not care much about such things.
Loren set up a camping tent on the beach, unrolled the sleeping bags, and hung up a small sleep lamp. It became a bedroom. Without the Untraceable Extension Charm, it was somewhat cramped—but cramped was exactly what they wanted... The two planned to camp here for the night and return to New York tomorrow morning. After all, Voldemort's aftermath still needed to be dealt with.
Hermione was building a bonfire outside.
The sort where two or three pieces of firewood could burn all night.
"Crack..."
The wood split, sending sparks flying.
Loren crawled out of the tent and saw the girl sitting on the moonlit beach, her features delicate and beautiful.
He went over and sat beside Hermione, looking up to see a thin waning crescent hanging in the sky like a hook, while countless stars filled the heavens with silvery radiance.
"Look, the stars are out."
"Yeah."
"The moon isn't very full, but it's still beautiful like this."
"Mhm."
Hermione rested her head on his shoulder, her fluffy hair spilling loose. The stars were reflected in her bright eyes. The sound of waves continuously reached their ears, and all the daytime clamor had drifted far away, leaving only a comforting stillness.
"Do you know why I arranged today's itinerary this way?"
"No."
"I hope I can watch every sunrise and sunset with you."
"Wow..."
Miss Granger was really good at sweet talk.
Loren's love instantly overflowed. He wrapped an arm around her and kept rubbing