This is Stardustandsnitches's prompt: Valley, stars, dirt. Enjoy!

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Lucy dragged her books toward the Boathouse. She was meeting Molly, Rose, Lily, Roxanne, James, and Albus for a Muggle Studies study session. She dragged her bag in the dirt as made her way down the toward the Boathouse. Grumbling, she grabbed her bag and slung over her shoulder. She entered the Boathouse to be met with her sister's stern glare.

"You're late," she stated, putting her hand on her hips. Lucy wondered why Molly was more like a mother duck rather then a sister.

"Earlier then everyone else," she said, peeking out the entrance to see the James stumbling down the stairs and Albus following steadily. He fell the last few steps, quickly picking himself up.

"Sorry I'm late. Got caught up in the broom closet," James, huffed, looking flustered with lipstick smears all over his face. Albus did too, but obviously, the girl was a much neater snogger then the one that James had been... visiting. Albus rolled his eyes. Lily came a while later, her lip gloss was barely there, indicating that it was on someone else's face.

"Am I the only one who cares about being on time?" Molly asked, folding her arms as Roxanne made her way down, with a grin.

"You'll never believe who I bumped into in the broom closet!" She looked around at them triumphantly.

"Vincent Zabini!" All the girls gasped. Even Molly lost her stance. Albus smirked. Lily looked at Lucy with smug look.

"Did I ever told you about when Lucy and Vincent got their tongues stuck together?" Albus said, still smirking. Lucy blanched.

"Don't you dare!" Lucy snarled. Rose came down the stairs carefully.

Sorry I'm late, I got caught up in a really good book," she said, her eyes glazing over when she thought about it.

"No trouble. It looks you're about the only one that didn't snog in a broom closet. Now if you're done participating in this meaningless chatter, let's proceed," Molly said briskly.

"We're supposed to memorize the lyric for an American folk song, let's sing them," she said, giving them all a look that made James "forget" to mention that he didn't sing.

"Down the valley,

Valley so low,

Hang your head over,

Hear the wind blow.

Hear the wind blow, love

Hear the wind blow

Hang your head over

Hear the wind blow

If you don't love me,

Love whom you please

But throw your arms around me

Give my heart ease.

Give my heart ease, dear

Give my heart ease

Throw your arms round me

Give my heart ease

Down in the valley

Walking between

Telling our story

Here's what it sings

Here's what it sings, dear

Here's what it sings Telling our story

Here's what it sings

Roses of sunshine

Violets of dew

Angels in heaven

Know I love you

Know I love you dear

Know I love you

Angels in heaven

Know I love you

Build me a castle

Forty feet high

So I can see her

As she goes by

As she goes by dear

As she goes by

So I can see her

As she goes by

Bird in a cage, love

Bird in a cage

Dying for freedom

Ever a slave

Ever a slave, love

Ever a slave

Dying for freedom

Ever a slave

Sent me a letter

Sent it by mail

And back in it care of

The Birmingham jai

The Birmingham jail, love

The Birmingham jail

And back in it care of

The Birmingham jail

By the end, James had managed to fall asleep across the laps of Roxanne and Rose. Molly, Lucy and Rose knew the melody and the others managed to get it.

"Well, next thing we're supposed to do, is to look at Muggle stars in tabloids." Molly handed them each one of the vast collection of her mother's and then hit James upside the head with it. He woke quickly, glaring at Molly, who already immersed in her tabloid. Lucy flipped through it with a bored expression before throwing it back in her mother's big container.

"I'm off," she said, before dragging her dirty book bag, that was too heavy to carry. Luckily for her, Molly was too interested in the dirty gossip to notice. Everyone except Rose left while they still could before Molly could notice. She was not happy when she did. Molly knew where they lived. They wouldn't be surprised when she came knocking on their doors.

I hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading! You know, Down in the Valley actually has a British descendant or so something like that. That's what the Internet said anyway and you never know what's actually true. Don't forget to leave prompts or check out Stardustandsnitches's and Heavenly Survivor's fanfictions! Love, EmilyHarmony.