It looked as if a rainbow was springing up right behind him. Or as if he was standing in the middle of one of the kaleidoscopes that Hermione used to hoard in her toy box. Or as if rays of sunshine were falling through stained glass and casting the prettiest prism on him.
He was beautiful.
It. It was beautiful. His aura, not him.
Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63280471
