 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Preston entered the party, hands clasped behind his back. Head high, he scanned the room for somewhere to position himself, deciding on a spot near the buffet. That should give him ample opportunity to engage with those in attendance. He would, himself, forgo food for the moment.
The official beginning to the election process. How he wished that Eleanor could be part of this. He adjusted his tie and centered himself. He was ready. Everything had built to this.
First impressions were everything.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
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