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25 Melodious Moments in The Life of Elinor Danvers - SA 13+ banner made by the lovely Silvertiger SS 25: Elinor Danvers Enjoy. The Songs:
Try - Pink He would never love her. How could he? Why should he? She had allowed herself to fall for him, something she should not have let happen. The silence pressed in on her as she stared down at the little piece of blank parchment laid out on the table. A crazy notion had come over her to invite him to see her. Now she was not so sure. She couldn't ignore it anymore. She had the choice to shut it out, shut him out, or to try, no matter how frightened she was of failing. Elinor slowly reached for the quill. |
Waiting On The World To Change - John Mayer As much excitement and adventure as she had had during her time as a private eye, it had cost her too much. There was more out there, good things and bad. There were so many things going on in the world, things that someone had to take care of. A desk job had always frightened Elinor. To her, not much could be done behind papers. But she had attended a forensics college, after all. She was more than qualified for Ministry work, she thought. She could still fight crime, in a different way. Perhaps it was time to change vocations. |
Time - Pink Floyd Where had all the time gone? Elinor stood in the middle of her living room and stared about her. This was what she had to show for her life. An empty apartment, an empty life. She clasped one hand over her mouth and her eyes suddenly welled with hot tears. How can you say empty, she thought. You have Nigel. You aren't alone. But she was, at the end of the day. She always came home to the emptiness, the silence, the loneliness. She had let time slip away. She had waited too long. No one can change the past. |
Letters From the Sky - Civil Twilight Unlike most students at Hogwarts, she never saw the appeal of being an Auror, or working with the Ministry. Elinor wasn't sure of what she wanted as a career, and her professors kept pressuring her. But one thing she wanted was the person who wasn't pressuring her. If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late meeting him. She scribbled down the last of her Potions notes, then tucking them away. "Thanks, Nigel," she said softly, so as not to interrupt his own deep concentration. She passed the textbook back to him before rushing from the common room. |
Only To Bring You Back - Paul Alan She watched as the shopkeeper attended to the wizard ahead of her in line. The way his green eyes were unseeing, his words were distant and... almost cold. There was something about him that was resigned, perhaps defeated. Or maybe he was completely unaware that he had accepted an indifferent role in life. As she set her purchases on the counter, she politely smiled at him, and he returned barely a nod. Maybe there was something she could do for him. Some way to help him. He was not happy, that much was clear to her. She knew from experience. |
Hello - Evanescence The door shut behind her with a harsh snap, and then there was silence. After all was said and done today, she had insisted, unwisely, on being alone. And now she had her wish, a cruel realization. He was gone, and he was never coming back. Elinor looked around her and at last felt the reality sink in. He was dead. And she was alone. It frightened her, but there was nothing she could do, no one to turn to. There was no one to come home to anymore. No one to look forward to. No one… at all… anymore. |
Halo - Beyonce It was too much. How was he ever to know just how she felt about him? Elinor had at last come to terms with her feelings for Nigel, and they overwhelmed her. No doubt they would overwhelm him. How could she try to explain herself without frightening him? How could she justify how much she needed him in her life? He had this light to him, this brightness that he brought to her. He was everything to her, a feeling Elinor didn't know quite what to do with. She would do anything for him, anything at all. She was his. |
1940 - The Submarines …Something’s wrong when you regret; things that haven’t happened yet… The radio played on softly as Elinor waited in the corner of the muggle café, sipping on a pumpkin spice tea and looking at the Prophet, which she had hidden behind a muggle newspaper. A glance at her watch told her that her source was late, but finally he arrived, settling himself at the table, passing over a large envelope. She tore into it, pulling out a thin stack of glossy photographs. There he was. The man who had killed her husband. He was here. And she would find him. |
Numb - Linkin Park Teeth gritted and jaw set, Elinor had not done a grand job of calming herself before arriving. But she didn’t care, and forgave herself instantly, pushing past Chester into the house. Elinor sought her out with a heated intensity that peaked the instant she laid eyes on her mother. “What is wrong with you?!” She shouted across the marble countertop. The letter clutched in her hand was slammed down between them. “What makes you think this is okay?! I love him, and I will not let you do this! What must I do?! Let it go! I am not you!” |
Rescue Me - Rihanna She kept catching herself gazing out of the windows in the office and looking at the clock. I’ll bet he doesn’t have this problem , she thought, forcing herself back to the paperwork on her desk. Her eyes skimmed over the words without reading them, and finally, at the bottom of the page, she signed her name and set the parchment aside. Lost in thought, she stared for several minutes before realizing the mistake she had made. She cursed quietly and, with a sigh, corrected the major spelling error in her last name, which she had signed “Elinor Garrettson.” Again. |
Make Your Own Kind of Music - Mama Cass The lab worker beamed down at the set of equipment she had spread out before her. For no particular reason other than her zeal for her job had she practically danced into her laboratory this morning, and for no other reason was she nearly singing aloud as she doused DNA swabs in various chemicals. She slipped slides under her microscope like slipping records onto a record player. She envisioned that the lab coat around her could have been a beautiful dress by the way it made her feel. And her laboratory— her laboratory was like an unorthodox ballroom. A home. |
Arms of An Angel - Sarah McLachlan “N-Nigel?” She stopped him, reaching out one hand and lightly grasping the fabric of his sleeve as he turned to leave. A feeling of regret washed over her, but she had already stopped him. She had to say something, feeling his concerned gaze. “Don’t go,” she implored. I’m so pathetic. “Don’t… I…” Elinor sucked in a breath, shuffling the words together. “I don’t want to be alone. I’m so tired of being alone at the end of every day.” It was something she always thought, but had never told him. Now that she had said it, it sounded so pitiful. |
A Christmas Song - Jethro Tull “Nothing”, he had said to her. Her heart had broken just a little for him. But she enjoyed watching his curious smile when she asked him to ‘be ready’, and told him nothing more. Her mind was made up. This year, she had someone new to spend Christmas with. The others would get on without her, but Nigel had no one. She made her way down the dimly lit corridor, a large box in her hands. Elinor knocked. Then there he was. The person with whom Christmas would never be complete without. She beamed at him. “Happy Christmas, Nigel.” |
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