I was listening to Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. This is done really late at night, so don't be mad at me if it isn't decent.
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Lorcan and Lysander were crying again. It was one in the morning, and Luna was home alone. Rolf was off to an expedition in Norway, hunting for signs of Gilly Mice, who are usually consumers of gillyweed and seaweed. Lorcan and Lysander were only weeks old, and Rolf was upset that he couldn't be home any sooner.
Luna got up almost immediately. She felt so vulnerable without Rolf at her side when she slept. She got up from her bed and left the empty bedroom, and opened the nursery door.
It was decorated with a bright sky that was covered in puffy clouds by day, and a dark sky with dim, twinkling stars at night. Two cribs were set next to each other on the right side of the room, with a window and rocking chair on the other. Luna walked up in between the cribs to find their little bodies shifting under the blue blankets. Their cries weren't as ear piercing as James and Albus or Rose and Hugo's, as she remembered them. Her babies must have her soft tone.
"Lorcan, Lysander, it's okay, I'm here," Luna whispered. "I won't let anything hurt you." She picked them up and brought them to the rocking chair on the other side of the room, rocking them gently and watching the night sky, the autumn leaves on the trees swaying in the gentle midnight breeze. "How about a lullaby? My mummy sang one to me when I was little."
Autumn Lullaby by Unknown
"The sun has gone from the shining skies,
Bye, baby, bye.
The dandelions have closed their eyes,
Bye, baby, bye.
The stars are lighting their lamps to see,
If babies and squirrels and birds and bees,
Are sound asleep as they should be,
Bye, baby, bye.
The squirrel keeps warm in his furs of gray,
Bye, baby, bye.
'Neath feathers, birdies are tucked away,
Bye, baby, bye.
In yellow jackets, the bees sleep tight,
And cuddle close through the chilly night,
My baby's snug in her gown of white,
Bye, baby, bye.
The squirrel nests in a big oak tree,
Bye, baby, bye.
He finds a hole in the trunk, you see,
Bye, baby, bye.
The robin's home is a nest o'erhead,
The bees, they nest in a hive instead,
My baby's nest is her little bed,
Bye, baby, bye."
"I loved the song when I was a little baby," Luna whispered, resting her babies back in their cribs. She covered them with their little fluffy, blue blankets and kissed them goodnight. Each little boy was sleeping quietly again, safe and snug in their blue blankets.
"Sweet dreams, my babies," she said before closing the door. She returned to her room and was able to sleep in peace. The lullaby relaxed her too. Sleeping without Rolf wasn't too bad after all.
