❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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IV. LET THE SHOW BEGIN
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❝The holidays linger like bad perfume,
You can run, but only so far❞
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"...PIU BELLA, LA MIA MELODIA..."
Was the only sound that could be heard inside the silent carriage, unbeknownst of the singer who was muttering it. She was just too engrossed in her thought to acknowledge the eyes that were on her as she watched aimlessly out of the window as they went through the large gates that were flanked with statue of winged boars.
The pouring reminded her of a certain memory from her childhood that caused her to remember the lullaby; her mum's singing with her melodious voice as she was cuddled up in her arms. Though lonely they were at that time, they still felt whole with the lullaby that her dad had created just for her.
The memory was too bittersweet for her to want to remember, but at the same time she wanted it to be imbedded in her mind so that she could remember the lullaby forever and so that she'll never forget it.
And she'll never, not even after life.
"...melodia mi guiderai..."
They watched her carefully, couldn't even be bother by the rough trundle of the carriage that was nearing the castle upon the hill, immersed by her enchanting voice that seem to have been used expertly before; it was as though the warmth that radiated as she sang, was visible.
Peculiarly, they weren't aware she could speak another language. Much less singing in it.
It was... captivating to say the least.
Her heartbeat rapidly in anticipation.Even with the window of the carriage curtained by a thick amount of rain, she could see the blurred and shimmering sight of the many light windows of the castle.
Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps. People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville snapped out of their dazes once Lucia wheeled her head to them.
She gave them a look that said: Well, what are you all waiting for?
Three of the four had reddish-pink tinting their cheeks, embarrassed by the fact they partially got caught by the girl. However, Ron who was ever-so tactless, merely shrugged and opened the door.
