Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
I enter the west ballroom. It hasnt been touched for about a century. As i sit on the steps of the main stair-case i look around wondering how old this place really was. How many couples danced in the ballrooms? How many young beautiful girls looked into the mirrors? How many young boys ran into then stables looking forward to naming there new horse? Just like me.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory
It sometimes scares me. It scares me to know that no Malfoy's could ever have ghosts because of their blood. I have no idea whats in store for me. Thousands of corridors, rooms and staircases. Im seventeen and i havent explored half of the manor. Every day i enter a new room, thinking who used the room. Was it once a study...now a lounge? Was it once a bed-room? Now a ballroom?
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Once upon a December
I look around and see the echos of all the people. The wonderful young people my age. I glance up and see a faint form of my great Grandmother Lady Apexy Malfoy, she had been starved to death by her father who found out she was in love with the stable boy. I see her smiling down at me in her lovely pink ballgown. Malfoy's were known to have beauty in their characteristics. I watch her as she slowly faded, leaving me feeling as if it was all a dream but i know it wasent because...
Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
I am a Malfoy