 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Silas smiled as Dora led him inside but that smiled faded fast as he heard another voice speak to him. It sounded eerily like his Mum, but he knew it wasn't her. Turning, he noticed it was Dora's mirror. Were his bags really that bad today? Blast.
Glaring at the mirror, he wondered what else it could tell. It didn't particularly bother him; he knew he was a lanky, skinny mess most of the time. Still, he was grateful when Dora threatened the cheeky thing. It was right about one thing -- Dora looked fantastic, no matter what she was wearing.
Brushing his hair away from his forehead, Silas smiled kindly. "Don't worry about it. I can't say that it's wrong, you know." He chuckled softly, following her, then, to the living room.
It was a cacophony of color - totally Dora. Nothing matched, necessarily, but it all went together. "Totally you, absolutely," Silas said brightly. "You've clearly put a lot of work into your home." It wasn't necessariliy Silas' style. His was much more old-world muggle with deep parchment colors, rich reds and sage greens. But he could embrace the bright; sure.
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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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