Post by Chase Weasley on Oct 1, 2009 18:18:09 GMT -5
Chase sat in 'her' room, actually she really didn't know which Weasley owned this room but she had been designated this room, she had to take a small vacation from school to help her father, birthing a dragon, her first one, it had been a.. beautiful experience if not slightly gross. She came back to the Burrow for a few days until she has to go back to school, she was in girl's room, that's for sure, Aunt Ginny's possibly? Her eyes slightly closed, as she listened to her Grandmother humming and chatting it up with Grandpa, Aunt Ginny was also there along with Aunt Hermione and possibly a few other,s but that's all she could hear.
She sighed, they were talking about Teddy popping the question, things don't keep silent with female Weasleys. She sighed again rubbing her eyes as she heard them talking about THEIR loves and THEIR marriages and who everyone of the niece's and such are dating, she was mentioned once or twice from what she could catch just. does Chase like anyone? never heard much about here, I hope she isn't still thinking she isn't a true Weasley! because she IS!" She heard Hermione cry.
Chase rubbed her eyes feeling tears welling, yeah, they BELIEVED she was a Weasley, Weasleys don't speak parseltounge and love their cousin's boyfriend! She sighed muttering "I need to get over this and I know how.." She muttered wiping a few tears and turning on the muggle radio in the room it was fixed with magic to play anything. She requested 'Once upon a December;Anastasia.' She heard the gentle almost doll like music play out and relaxed, her back against the bed frame, this was her crying song, and after hearing it.. she forgets her troubles.. It helps.
Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
[/center]Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
She gently hums along, as he cries, hiccups happening also.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December'
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December'
She feels drowsy, but better.
Word count: 416
Comments: Once upon a December - Anastasia/Disney
