She watched him storm off, and shook her head. What on earth was wrong with the British?
Cecil was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. "I'm coming.." She muttered following the cat to the dorms.
"Kiddin Berrys." She picked up Cecil and pretended she didn't see the glare the beast on the canvas gave her as it swung open. Is everyone pissed off at me?
Probably.
Shut UP!
Oh god. I'm talking to myself. Sleep. I need sleep.
She stormed into the common room and looked around. All these people- what the hell have they all been through to hate each other so much that they'd pull me into it.
Ron liked me a few hours ago. What happened in that small amount of time. She looked wildly around searching for the answer. She found something else. A head of angel blonde hair. Why had Ron mentioned Draco. Her… working for Draco.
What is in these people's past? She'd heard of dark things brewing for the wizarding world of Europe, but children are kept sheltered from things like that, and it never came anywhere near Thistleback… but these kids- must have been right in the thick of it. Is this what Ron had meant?
She stomped up to Draco and dumped her cat in his lap.
"What the hell is in all of your pasts?" she was so close to shouting. It was her first night, and already these people made her so very angry.
She shouldn't be angry with them.. but she was!
Clouds could have formed over her head and no one would have noticed, the atmosphere had changed to storm. All of the common room was quite and watching.
She threw the dorm door open to find Millicent and Jenna examining her guitar.
"What is it?" Asked Pansy in wonder.
Millicent loudly plucked a sting, as if to show look! It makes noise!
"You can't just go through people's things."Lave snatched the guitar and stuffed it into its case. I need to get out of here, her mind gasped. Go somewhere, calm down, sort things out.
Taking guitar and case she turned and rushed to the door to find a very confused Draco awkwardly holding a grumpy looking Cecil.
"I ah…"
Lave shoved him with her free hand. "Get out… OF my way!"
Looking even more rumpled he dropped Cecil who skirted Lave and dashed under Jenna's bed. Draco backed out of her way as Lave jammed passed him, banging her guitar case on the walls of the narrow stairway.
She slammed the painting behind her as she charged out into the main hall and out the grand oak doors.
The night air was cold, so she took a long deep breath. Calm, she told her self. Calm.
She stumbled down the stairs and out into the nights. Mist formed around her lips as her exhaled. She spun looking up at the castle. Her neck and head were craned so far back, looking up, that she nearly topples over.
Settling herself on the bottom stepLave faced the grounds and took out her guitar. The sounds of her fine tuning it drifted through the light fog.
Dear god, hope you got the letter and,
Lave felt most of her anger just fly away.
I pray you can make it better down here- I don't mean a big reduction in the price of beer.
Had she over reacted?.. It was likely.
But all the people that you made in your image- see them starving on their feet.
I just hate being blamed for things that I didn't do. Always have. How the hell am I supposed to know what these people are dealing with? I don't know if they don't tell me.
Because they don't get enough to eat… from god…
Her eyes were closed, her heart was deep in the song and her mind deep in thought. She didn't hear the door open a crack and then close.Lave didn't hear someone sit on the top step of the stairs.
Dear God, sorry to disturb you but,
This girl must be crazy.. out here as she's dressed as she is. Its nearly December!
I feel that I should be herd loud and clear- we all need a big reduction in the amount of tears.
I wonder, she thought, do the wizards even have a god?
And all the people that you made in your image- see them fighting in the streets
Who is this God,that thesong is talking about? Draco wondered to himself.
Because they can't get enough to eat- dear god. I can't believe in you.
What is that thing she is strumming?
Did you make disease and the diamond blue?
It must be some kind of Canadian thing..
Did you make mankind after we made you. …. And the devil too.
I think this song would make more scene if I knew who god was. Where did she get this?
Dear God, don't know if you noticed but..
God.. sounds familiar…
Your name's on a lot of quotes in this book- us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look.
She's got a really pretty voice.
And all the people that you made in your image-
She's more than just a pretty voice- she's good.
Still believe that junk is true. I know it ain't, so do you.
Dear God. I can't believe in- I don't believe in-
I won't belive heaven or hell
Not saints, no sinners, no evil as well
The pearly gates, no thorny crown
Wow.
Your always letting us humans down
The wars you bring, the babe's you drown
Those lost a sea, and never found
Draco breathed heavily.
It's the same the whole world 'round
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebody's unholy hoax,
And if you're up there you'll perceive,
That my heart's here upon my sleeve.
If there's one thing I don't believe in...
It's you, Dear god.
The was silence. Draco watched her scratch the back of her head and sigh. Who had she run into that would make her this frustrated?
About to stand and make his presence known, Draco stopped. She had started again. This time the song was soft, and calming.
The thing she was making noise with was incredible.
I'm walking out in the rain, and I'm listen to the low moan of the dial tone again, and I am getting no where with you, and I can't let go, and I can't get through.
She'd completely changed. She was no longer angry with a nameless being, but mellow, and huggable.
And the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor…. She's listening through the air shaft, to see how long our swan song can last.
He could almost feel her smile as she sang.
Both hands, now use both hands, oh no, don't close your eyes. I am writing graffiti on your body, I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
Draco was smiling too.
How hard we tried..
And I am watching your chest rise and fall, like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all. And your bones have been my bed frame, and your flesh has been my pillow, I've been waiting for sleep to offer up that deep- with both hands.
Ohh, with both hands.
He felt truly happy, just right now; content. It was the first time in months.
And in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall, and eventually our theories couldn't explain it at all. And I'm recording our history, now, on the bedroom wall. And when we leave the land lord will come and- paint over it all.
In months.
And I am walking out in the rain, I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again- and I am getting no where with you. And I can't let it go, and I cant get through.
He knew it wasn't his fault.
And both hands. Please use both hands, oh, no, don't close your eyes. I am writing graffiti on your body, I am drawing the story of how hard we tried.
how hard we tried.
how hard we tried.
"Your very good." Draco said before he could have a chance to think any more.
"Holy Shit!" Lave nearly through the guitar.