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Heaven Sent
Once In A Lifetime
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And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
Wife
And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right? ...am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
My god!...what have I done?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...same as it ever was...
Once In A Lifetime- Talking Heads
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"Critchley, Eustis,"
"They're only on the Cs? You've got to be kidding me!" Morrie groaned, plopping her head on the table, "I hate the sorting. It's always so… boring."
"Be quiet," Lydia muttered to her, pretending to be paying attention to the ceremony. She tried her best to be attentive, or even look attentive, but was failing horribly. Morrie was right. The Sorting Ceremony was boring and now her eyes were starting to droop from staying up packing last night. Professor McGonagall's droning voice wasn't very helpful either.
"Dieselman, Elise,"
"Yes! D's!" Morrie exclaimed, looking up from the table. Elle, who was currently fiddling with her nails, looked over and rolled her eyes.
"Count the minutes, why don't you?" she grumbled, picked very fiercely at her blue thumbnail. Morrie's nose twitched in annoyance, before falling back to the wood. Lydia sighed. Why could those two never get along?
Silently for her the Es and the Fs passed by, leaving her some room to zone out, playing her favorite song over and over in her head. It wasn't until Elle monkey-bit her arm that she was thrust back into reality.
"Ow!" she hissed, "That really wasn't necessary, was it?"
"He's looking at you," Elle said casually, receiving a bewildered look from Lydia.
"Who?"
"Yeah, who?" Morrie had lifted her head up, now blatantly searching the Great Hall for whoever was looking at her.
"Stop that!" Elle snapped, "You are so obvious!" Morrie scowled.
"And is there anything wrong with that?"
"Yes! Are you trying to make us look like idiots?" said Elle furtively.
"Afraid your ickle Sirikins will see?" she jeered.
"Shut it, you loser,"
"Strike a note, did I?"
"I told you to be quiet!"
"Scared he won't like you anymore because of your 'creepy friends'?"
"I mean it, if you say one more word-" said Elle, her voice growing louder with each syllable.
"Don't worry, I don't think he ever did like you in the first place-" Her voice matching Elle's.
"You have no idea what you're talking about-"
"Probably just a good lay for him-"
"You did not just say that!"
"Actually probably not. I can't imagine you being a good lay-"
"SHUT UP!" Elle screeched, standing up, her blue eyes flaring. The echoes of her high pitched voice rang threw the silent hall, their peers looking over, and first years appearing somewhat frightened. Lydia put her face in her hands and moaned. Why, she asked herself, why?
It must have finally come crashing down on Elle where she was, because she gulped and started shooting her panicked eyes over the staring people, no one uttering a word. A pin drop would have seemed very loud.
"Eh… sorry," she mumbled quickly, sitting down and burying her blushing face in her robes, not noticing Morrie across the table shaking in silent laughter. McGonagall cleared her throat, sending a harsh look towards the Ravenclaw table and continued on with the ceremony.
"Elle?" Lydia asked softly, "Elle?"
"Leave me alone! I want to die!" she heard a muffled sob. Lydia shook her head.
Who was looking at her?
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"First years! Ravenclaw first years with me!" Morrie shouted over the din of the exiting crowd. Lydia stood next to her, looking around the Great Hall for any sign of Elle. As soon as Dumbledore had finished his speech, she had crept out of the hall, trying to go unnoticed. Lydia was a bit worried, not knowing where she was. She couldn't have gone Ravenclaw Tower, not yet knowing the password. Maybe the astronomy tower… Elle was surely a recurrent visitor there.
"Are you all here?" Morrie asked, scanning over the group of ten or so small students who had gathered in front of her. Her answer was given in a meek chorus of yeses. "Good, now my name's Morrie Moriarty and you best remember it. I'm one of Ravenclaw's prefects, a position one of you might be able to have in a few years. It's an honor to be in Ravenclaw House. We are the best and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. We are the smartest, cleverest and wittiest. If you don't think you meet those standards, well, you better try. Now, come on, it's time I get you all up to Ravenclaw Tower."
The first years, looking somewhat abashed, followed Morrie and quietly through the halls, dropping their mouths and pointing their fingers at all the wonders of the school. Lydia meandered behind. They had at first started walking out with all groups of students, but eventually the groups separated the Ravenclaws heading towards the West Wing. At the end of a corridor was a large staircase that the group had to climb in order to get to their destination.
"I'd watch out for the staircases, they tend to be a bit unreasonable and move while you happen to be on them. Right fine way to get yourself lost in this place. I do believe the staircases think it's funny." Morrie explained, leading the group up the stairs, who began to look frantically around at their feet to see if there was any movement. Lydia smiled to herself. Morrie was so blunt about some things.
Suddenly, a ghost burst through the wall and onto the staircase, receiving a gasp from the first years. It was a tall, young lady shrouded in elegance, her ghostly tresses piled neatly upon her head. She gave a mystic smile to the cluster of first years.
"Ah, new members of the House," she uttered in her melodic voice, "A fine band you seem. I hope you all shall meet my expectations."
"I'm sure they will, My Lady," said Morrie, with a bow of her head. Lydia did the same.
"Yes, of course," she said vaguely, floating away, her ghostly dress trailing behind.
"Who was that?" A girl first year questioned as soon as the ghost had disappeared.
"The Grey Lady, she's Ravenclaw's House Ghost. Nice enough, but dark. She's right smart though. A great help with homework if you ever need it, and she's willing too. Now, stop gawking. We've got to get to the common room before curfew." Morrie told them, starting back up the stairs. They followed, Morrie occasionally pointing out a classroom or painting that held some importance.
Finally, they made it up to the seventh floor to the statue of a wizard that opened to the entrance of Ravenclaw Tower. "This is Lachlan the Lanky. He pretty much guards the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower, so if you're all smart, you'll know not to go telling all your friends in other houses about him. Letting a student from another house into your common room or going into another common room will get you in right fine trouble. Expulsion even," Morrie elucidated, "Now, remember the password is jobberknoll. Got that? Good," she said the password, causing the statue to move aside. Morrie stepped in first, letting the others trail behind.
The common room itself was large, a thick blue rug covering just the middle of the mahogany floor. A huge fireplace was set at one side of the room, a portrait of the noble Rowena Ravenclaw above it. She was a favorite aid of students who were in need of homework help. Blue armchairs were pulled beside the large couch by the fire and all over the room were work desks with comfy looking chairs. The walls were painted a pleasant blue, not too light nor too dark, and silver candelabras lit the room with a white glow. The upperclassman had already arrived, given the password by one of the prefects and now many of them were finding their ways upstairs. Morrie showed the first years their dorms quickly before plopping lazily into an empty armchair by the fire.
"We were definitely not that small," Morrie sighed.
"I think we just feel larger now," Lydia said, taking a seat beside her.
"Too large, pretty soon Hogwarts is gonna be a thing of the past,"
"We still have two more years," Lydia reminded, but Morrie just shook her head.
"Think of how little time that is. Soon we'll all have are own jobs and stop communicating with each other too caught up in our own lives. Suddenly, you'll be too busy for me, and I'll be too busy for Lily, and so on. It sucks."
"That won't happen," Lydia insisted, but she knew Morrie was right. They could barely keep up with each other during the summer. Why would they be able to remain friends out of Hogwarts with their own things going on? Lydia hadn't really thought about it before. It had never seemed that important, but it did to Morrie.
"Yes, it will. It always does. We'll get married and have kids and become quidditch mothers and have no time for each other and then life will get boring, not having any friends, and of course being bored will cause problems between you and your husband, and he'll end up cheating on you or something, and then you'll split up, and he'll get the kids, and then what? All your other friends are too busy and pissed because they think you blew them off, but everyone really blew each other off, so then your alone, living in some smelly flat with your cat, and your kid that your ex- husband has brainwashed to hate you doesn't come to visit, so that means your only company are the obscene numbers of cats you've collected over the years, and that twenty- something year old witch you harass who lives two flats down the hall, and even she thinks you're weird, so its back to the cats and of course, reruns of Golden Girls, and then you finally realize what a spinster you've become and that you really are all alone and the cats, and the witch next door, and even Golden Girls don't help ease that feeling you get, and then what? You just keep going, waiting until you are old enough to fall down the stairs and die? Isn't there something more? Am I destined to become that? Unhappy and useless?"
Lydia just sat and listened, hearing her friend's dilemma, nodding and frowning at all the correct places. When Morrie had finished, quite miserably, Lydia sat and thought for a moment.
"I think… that you are going to the extreme with this train of thinking."
"What do you mean?" Morrie asked, obviously seeking some sort of advice.
"That is the worst possible scenario. I don't think that would happen to you of all people."
"And why do you think that wouldn't happen? That could easily happen to me!" she demanded, unsatisfied with the previous answer.
"Because, deep down, some part of me still wants to believe that good people do get rewarded, even if it seems to be happening less and less these days." Lydia murmured, a melancholy smile gracing her lips. Morrie looked at her a moment.
"I'd like to believe that to," she said quietly. Lydia nodded and turned her head to look at the fire, its flames dancing before her eyes in the most unique procession. When she looked up, she saw that Morrie had left already, probably in bed. Deciding that was the best decision, she stood up and climbed up the stair case to her dormitory. Quickly changing into her nightdress, she lied down on her missed bed, looking up at the dark canopy for a while, before sleep finally took her in its arms, cradling her into dark dreams.
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A/N- Sorry about the delay! I just got a part in the musical at school and its everyday till five, and then I have to do my homework, which is not fun, so I've been having some trouble finding time to write. I promise I'll get the next chapter out sooner, and it will be longer. I feel bad about it being so short, but I just want to get something up.
Ah! I am so sorry! No Snape in this chapter, I feel bad. It's basically a character development chapter where I'm not even really developing the main character… but owe well… don't hate me! I just need to get things started before Sev comes in… wow… did I just call Snape Sev? Wow… that's freaky… need to stop…
Thanks to my lovely reviewers! I love reading your ramblings! My only motivation to keep this going…
Miaou- I am starting to get a bit demanding, but oh well. Thank god you don't think Lydia is a Mary Sue! I was so paranoid! Elle is getting really weird. I never meant for that to happen. Elle was originally supposed to be more like Morrie, but she obviously felt otherwise. And I promise next chapter will have Snape!
Kerichi- Go Go boots you say… hmm… I like it… Bitter babbling is rather fun I've decided. I would do it know but have nothing really to babble bitterly about. Oh, I am so using the crotch comment pertaining to Sirius. Believe me, I have it all planned out. It's going to be epic. I think I am right in saying we all find Snape amazingly sexy. Jim Morrison-yes! Let's see if I can get the Limewire to cooperate to play some Doors for me.
Damn… stuck listening to Zelda music, which isn't such a bad thing.
I absolutely love Talking Heads and this is a really great song. Go and listen to it somehow.
So please tell me what you think.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE ME SOME NICE LONG RAMBLY REVIEWS!