Not At The Ball...

Rose sat by the lake, her shoes by her side and her bare toes dipping lightly in the cold grey water. She'd conjured herself a guitar and was strumming away at some old muggle song. She began to sing softly, slightly embarrassed of her voice. "The dream has gone but the baby is real...did a good thing...she could have been a poet or she could have been a fool...did a bad thing..."