 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Leaning up against the wall, Eleanor tapped the toe of her shoe against the floor. She was completely immersed in the brochure, mesmerized by the vibrant moving photos of the Tuscan countryside. Eyes flicking across the pages, Eleanor wondered if she could convince Preston to spend a month.
Or maybe get a small cottage somewhere in the hills.
Probably not.
Approaching the desk, she nodded at the other gentleman. "Excuse me," she said softly before turning back to the shopkeep. "Three days in Tuscany would be wonderful, as well. Near enough to Florence, but outside the city if possible, to go by Muggle transportation, or with Floo connections." The thought of apparating around a muggle city without knowing where was safe was not at all appealing.
"And, I think just accommodations at the other spots we marked out before. The tour in Rome is the only structured bit I'd like to book."
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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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