AN: Wow. I didnt know any of this when I started. Now I feel bad for
Griselda.
Disclaimer: Not miiiiiiiine. Not Griselda's. not Violets. Rowling's.
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Let me re-create that moment for you, my love.
We were swaying in time to the music, swaying, swaying, swaying.
You and me.
No one remarked that we were two girls, but only because they couldent see
us.
We were in a little room off the Great Hall. You always loved that room,
Violet, my dear.
You live there now. People remember your name.
Violet. Always Violet.
Never Rose, never the name your mother gave you.
Always Violet.
You are usually flitting around somewhere.
I? I watch, and wait.
I watch thousands of people through the years as they look at me every day
and never see me.
No one knows my name.
Do I?
Yes, yes.
You tell me. You tell me late at night when I go off to find you.
I can hear your voice.
'Griselda, Griselda.'
I wait for you to sway with me to that music, once again.
Us in our ballgowns, rosy cheeks and we are so in love with eachother.
However, none can know.
None can know that girl, the Skinny Hufflepuff Girl (as people used to call
me) was in love with Rose.
And certainly none can know the Fat Gryffendor Lady still loves her.
Griselda.
Disclaimer: Not miiiiiiiine. Not Griselda's. not Violets. Rowling's.
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Let me re-create that moment for you, my love.
We were swaying in time to the music, swaying, swaying, swaying.
You and me.
No one remarked that we were two girls, but only because they couldent see
us.
We were in a little room off the Great Hall. You always loved that room,
Violet, my dear.
You live there now. People remember your name.
Violet. Always Violet.
Never Rose, never the name your mother gave you.
Always Violet.
You are usually flitting around somewhere.
I? I watch, and wait.
I watch thousands of people through the years as they look at me every day
and never see me.
No one knows my name.
Do I?
Yes, yes.
You tell me. You tell me late at night when I go off to find you.
I can hear your voice.
'Griselda, Griselda.'
I wait for you to sway with me to that music, once again.
Us in our ballgowns, rosy cheeks and we are so in love with eachother.
However, none can know.
None can know that girl, the Skinny Hufflepuff Girl (as people used to call
me) was in love with Rose.
And certainly none can know the Fat Gryffendor Lady still loves her.