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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.
From frame to frame to frame.
Being a portrait suits you.
You can watch everyone from unseen corners of fields, of dinners, of card games.
I? I watch, and wait.
I watch thousands of people through the years as they look at me every day and never see me.
The Fat Lady, they call me as they say the password and I swing open.
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 -through the ages my name was thought unimportant- ) was in love with Rose.
And certainly none can know the Fat Gryffendor Lady still loves her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------
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.
From frame to frame to frame.
Being a portrait suits you.
You can watch everyone from unseen corners of fields, of dinners, of card games.
I? I watch, and wait.
I watch thousands of people through the years as they look at me every day and never see me.
The Fat Lady, they call me as they say the password and I swing open.
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 -through the ages my name was thought unimportant- ) was in love with Rose.
And certainly none can know the Fat Gryffendor Lady still loves her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------