 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Creative? Tiberius looked down at his desk in dismay. He was supposed to... do something creative?
Tiberius thought, long and hard, about what rune he might want to use, the time for him to work ticking away rapidly. Finally settling on one, he summoned it with the bag and palmed it, closing his eyes.
Closing his fingers around it, he squeezed it, concentrating on it's meanings and its possibilities for creative expression. When he opened his eyes, he knew exactly what he would do.
Hurrying over to a blank section of wall, Tiberius gather around him paints of various shades. Rune grasped tightly in one hand, he grabbed a paintbrush in the other. Working furiously, he would sometimes close his eyes, trusting that the brush was going where it needed to. The hand that held the rune was sweaty, but when he painted his final stroke, he knew.
Stepping back to admire his section of the wall, Tiberius smiled. Now, just to rush back to his seat and write his explanation.
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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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