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“If I were to ever have kids. I’d raise them on this album.” Rose muttered at a volume just about audible for her older sister, who laid on the carpeted floor of their shared bedroom beside her.
“I’d raise them on Fleetwood Mac.” Lily replied, her forest eyes hidden from the world as she bathed in the mesmerising paroles of Vashti Bunyan’s “I’d like to walk around in your mind”
Rose let out an unladylike snort. “Of course, you would. Don’t know what James would say about that though. He’d probably want them to have Brown Sugar memorised by age seven.”
The two girls, hair equal in redness, shared a short-lived moment of silence before collapsing into a fit of laughter. After a swift rap on their door and their older uptight sister petunia telling them to “shut the fuck up” in a groggy and sleep-deprived voice, they started to calm down.
As the song came to an end and “winter is blue” started its course, the sisters fell into a comfortable silence.
“We should probably go to bed soon,” the older girl sighed.
“Probably.’
“yeah,” I’ve just gotta grab my records and sketchbook”
“good.”
Each girl’s eyes were glued to the ceiling, gazing at the glow in dark star’s haphazardly arranged into different constellations.
“I don’t want you to leave.” Rose almost whispered, her voice slightly cracking with emotion.
“We still have one more year”
“Yeah but then you and the guys are gonna leave me.” Rose turned to face Lily, her grey eyes becoming glossy with the fear of impending loneliness.
Lily turned to face her sister, tenderly wiping the tears that started to burst from the dam Rose had built long ago. “We don’t need to think about that now.”
Slowly, the ginger sisters turned their bodies back to their original position. Rose’s eyes examined the constellation Leo she and Lily had stuck up on their ceiling after Christmas of ‘72 when Petunia threw a fit after Rose received the glowing stars as presents from her “fellow-freakish friends”. Rose had cried for ages, she was happy that her friends had thought to send her the wizard decorations but Petunia had to ruin it with her obvious jealousy.
Staring at the darl, she tried to forget. My god she tried, but the thoughts of solitude being her only friend for her last year at Hogwarts scared the shit out of her and refused to vacate her mind.
I am alone
waiting for nothing
if my heart freezes I won’t feel the breaking
As the song came to an end, the girls rose from their positions on the floor. Lily, ever the motherly figure, spoke up “we should go to bed.”