I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.
"I’m cold." Harry glanced down at her words, but Ginny was already moving, stepping around him. "Make room."
"Wh-" Before he could protest, Ginny’s arms had wrapped around his middle, and her hands had slid into the pockets of his jacket, joining his own. He exhaled sharply, his breath misting in front of him.
"Should’ve been more prepared for the weather," he told her cheekily, his fingers curling around her (much colder) hands. Harry felt her cheek press between his shoulder blades as she mumbled in reply.
"It’s supposed to be Spring by now."
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
The Golden Trio in Deathly Hallows Part 1
HP meme: nine characters
[2/9] luna lovegood