January 18 Prompt: any, any, sunshine in a bottle, written for Northanger Abbey.
Their (awkward, stressful, revelatory) encounter had caused Caitlin's normally smiling disposition to wilt, so Harry did everything he could to make it bloom again. Mere comforting sprang back into full camaraderie by the end of the evening.
And maybe, he acknowledged much later, they'd grown beyond that point, as the sunrise and even coffee were duller away from her warm glow.
Date: 2024-01-18 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: lumiosecity
any, any, sunshine in a bottle
