THE BLUE ROOM
What you need to know:
- Radiohead and Massive Attack were used.
- They all belong to J.K.R.
- You should read the end of Caged first (duh)
- I wrote this story because of SnapeJuice, *blatant plug in* if you like D/G angst go to her author site:
- This story is best read while listening to Chopin's Waltz No. 10 in B minor.
- Brown and Red are dominant characteristics, blue and blond are not, therefore:
Eyes
Draco: grey/grey
Ginny: Brown/blue
Morgana: 75% grey/blue eyes 25% brown eyes
Hair
Draco: blond/blond
Ginny: Red/Red
Morgana: 50% red hair 50% strawberry hair
So let's just say Morgana has strawberry hair and grey/blue eyes.
My idea of the blue room is the same as Krzysztof Kietslowski's (Jesus Christ! That man has a hard name to spell!) in his movie Bleu. *weep* poor Juliette Binoche!
THE BLUE ROOM
Blue.
Why in the world she would want a blue room for Morgana is beyond me.
We knew since the beginning that it would be a girl. Clichéd as it may sound I had planned to order the house elves to prepare a pink room, with all that a little witch could possibly desire. But Virginia…
Amidst her deranged ramblings, one firmly stood out: blue.
It would be a blue room.
"Elsewhere. Indefinitely. Faraway. Free. Blue."
Yes, I suppose that's where her mind lives nowadays. One would not notice when she is with Morgana. Then she is the perfect mother.
Morgana.
Had he not died she would not be mine.
And as I stand here. Denying all servants help while bathing my perfect little princess, I look at her and search for him.
In all reason she should be his. Would be his. Had circumstances been different. She probably wouldn't have blue/grey eyes, but still…
She probably would not be smiling a huge toothless grin at me, Draco Malfoy, her father, while I hold her small head and bathe her.
It makes me curious. This fierce protection I feel for her. That tells me not to be afraid of what's on my soul. My mind can never change unless I want it to. To no longer pretend that I can't feel how important this baby girl is to me.
How she took his place. In a different way, yes, but she's mine in a way he's never been. And in more ways than one. For she should be his and she's mine, for I love her and should be loving him. For he should be alive, loving her and he's dead.
Blue.
I half expected Virginia to put up a fight and choose some non-gender specific colour, in case we had more.
But the voices in her head seem to allow her to understand.
The weird creatures that haunt her nights, those hungry ghosts seems to let her understand.
That one child is enough in for a family with our pureblood status. That the circumstances that led to Morgana conception can never be repeated.
Even I wonder at times… how a moment of such weakness and disgust could have produced such perfection.
I dry my baby girl off and hand her to her mother to be dressed. I watch.
'In you,' she tells Morgana, 'I'm born again. An interstellar burst out of a deep blue sleep.' Morgana fusses and resists to have her tiny arms into the small sleeves. 'Incantations,' Virginia goes on, 'positioning her against her shoulder, supporting her head. 'Stars like tears falling.'
She hen turns to me. A moment of clarity in her eyes.
'They're always two sides,' she tells me 'it takes two to make love. Two to male a life.' She lightly pecks my cheek.
'Now we are one.' She leaves the room. Morgana giggling.
Blue.
THE END
If you want to know my idea of what Morgana will look like, e-mail me and I'll be more than glad to share the pic with you.