 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Preston had gone to meet Eleanor, worried about her traveling such a distance. Despite her health having been excellent the past year, he was conditioned to worry. And dote.
They entered the entrance hall together, his arm always offered. He gazed up ahead to the receiving line. Duty called. Patting her hand, he smiled. "I'll see you inside." And he headed to toward the receiving line to queue.
Eleanor alternatively loved and loathed her brother's protectiveness. This evening, so far, she found it sweet that he'd met her and escorted her. Her arm tucked lightly through his, her eyes scanned the entrance way. Her memories of Hogwarts were dim, clouded by her sudden withdrawal.
"Go, Pres. I can take care of myself," she smiled as she took back her arm. She was going to look at these pictures, some.
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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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