Notes: Happy! Yes, a happy fanfic from Lossien.
Inspiration: Old songs. None of which belong to me. Yay for oldies!
Other Disclaimer: Random lyrics in fic do not belong to me. They belong to their respective owners.
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Hermoine danced about the room, holding a fake microphone up to her lips as she sang loudly in the summer light that poured through the open window. He rparents had left for the day to do shopping, and she had the house to herself. The first thing she had done upon getting up was have a quick shower and then change back into her shorts and shirt that passed as pyjamas. She had then cranked up the music, good old songs like 'Don't worry, be happy,' and 'Powerful Stuff.' While cleaning, she had danced around their family room, oblivious to the street ahead and anybody who might have, or might not have, been passing.
Now, she was dancing and singing, her earlier task of cleaning entirely forgotten.
"I think I'm in Loooove! And that's powerful stuff!" She sang rather loudly, her head then bopping up and down to the beat of the music. He shoulders were moving from side to side in an attempt to dance, but she didn't care. For once, her mind was not on school, the impending war, or a problem. It was entirely focused on the task at hand; having a good time.
She passed into the kitchen as she sang.
"Here's a little song I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note; don't worry, be happy." She opened the cuboard and pulled out a bag of flour, gathering milk, eggs, sugar, and other things out. After turning on the stove, she grabbed two bowls and mixed the dry things together in one bowl. In the second bowl she added the wet stuff, then added the wet stuff to the dry stuff. Once that was done, she grabbed the muffin baking pan an put tiny paper muffin cups into each little divot. She poured the batter carefully, her hips shaking with the music as she put the batter into the already warm oven. She washed up the dishes as she sang the refrain and stood before the kitchen window, her eyes dancing merrily on the green grass.
By the time the muffins were done, she was onto another song. 'Hippy hippy shake.' She removed the cranberry muffins with a head bang as the sweet aroma filled the air. With a nod, she grabbed a muffin and bit into it with the last note of the song.
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