The moon defeated the sun, as nightfall rang supreme. The stars blanketing the sky, quilting the world in dim lighting. Layers upon layers of constellations telling the tales of travelers past as bed times unfold. She stood before her window. Her body leaning into the glass staring out the sleeping world. So soothing. Candles lit along each table as the dance floor motionless, the echoes of her footsteps ringing, coaxing her to twirl once more. Her blonde curls covered with a nightcap as a few misguided strands coiled along her jaw line, bouncing as she turned her head. The lace of the nightcap haloing her face, as the ivory skin glowed as the beams of light radiated her flesh. She wore a strapless white gown. The corseted top laced with black ribbon, as a serpent it coiled along her torso restricting her movement. The skirt of her gown gently fell along her slender legs as a black shawl covered her naked shoulders. Plump red lips painted a deep red as her cheeks sparkled with hints of glitter.
She wore black ballet slippers to silence her steps within the sleeping room. Her rocking chair swayed quietly, a gentle snort as the wood slept. The coat rack hunched its head as a top hat shielded the top beam as it rested. No rattling from within her closet as all the glass jars laid still. Her sanctuary was resting as the Professor was awake, dreaming with pale open eyes as she looked at the world in faded light.
Within her hand she held the handle as a candle stood upright, its flame glowing, flicking playfully before her. The wax bubbled, as globs coated the base of the candle holder. Her lips parted as she spoke, whispering in the silence. “Sleep well my slumbering world. Shut your eyes so you may rest. The moon is full, the stars awake, watching you cautiously as you lay. The world is do dark at night, so lonely, so empty. Within the day the halls are full, life is reborn once more. None stir within the Hallows, none when it is sleeping. Good night my darlings, sleep well dream light.” Margo turned slowly as she glided to the tables to blow out each candle.
She wore black ballet slippers to silence her steps within the sleeping room. Her rocking chair swayed quietly, a gentle snort as the wood slept. The coat rack hunched its head as a top hat shielded the top beam as it rested. No rattling from within her closet as all the glass jars laid still. Her sanctuary was resting as the Professor was awake, dreaming with pale open eyes as she looked at the world in faded light.
Within her hand she held the handle as a candle stood upright, its flame glowing, flicking playfully before her. The wax bubbled, as globs coated the base of the candle holder. Her lips parted as she spoke, whispering in the silence. “Sleep well my slumbering world. Shut your eyes so you may rest. The moon is full, the stars awake, watching you cautiously as you lay. The world is do dark at night, so lonely, so empty. Within the day the halls are full, life is reborn once more. None stir within the Hallows, none when it is sleeping. Good night my darlings, sleep well dream light.” Margo turned slowly as she glided to the tables to blow out each candle.