 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Tiberius would not let the man see him cry. No no no. He took a deep breath as the man taunted him and then turned.
Once again waddling, Tiberius made his way to the desk and eyed the quill. He placed his hand down over it, trying to get his fingers around it. To no luck. Furrowing his brow - which made hilariously pudgy rolls on his forehead -- he tired again.
No success. Pursing his fat lips, he had an idea. Placing one hand just under the edge of the desk, he used his other hand to push the quill of the desk and into his palm. He closed his fingers around it in a fist as a small child might, and raised it up.
Take THAT.
Dipping it in the ink, he began to scrawl on the parchment. I and the parchment tore. Ok. Tiberius needed to be more careful. can't. The scrawl was barely legible. o.
And then the quill snapped in his hand.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
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