 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Thornton needed some private practice space and just could not summon the mental energy to deal with the Room of Requirement today. So to the spare office it was. The Ravenclaw had made this one of his spots early in his first year. It did have the unfortunate history of being the site of complete and utter randomness sometimes, like that time in first year when he wandered in to practice and found Professor Flamsteed hunting that fairy tale book.
Today, though, he was hoping for quiet.
The 14-year-old, cello strapped to his back, opened the door and was confronted with a tangle of webs and a horde of spiders.
Nope. So much nope.
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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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