The Water Song
Title: The Water Song
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Pansy/Luna
Prompt: 7spells - a drinking song
Word Count: 878
Rating: PG
Summary: Pansy hears a most ridiculous yet captivating song.
Author's Notes: This one was fun to do. I got to write an insane little song. The original song/tune is The Jug of Punch by Altan, if you've ever heard of her. XP
The Water Song
"Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day…"
Pansy is almost to Care of Magical Creatures when she hears it: a soft and whimsical tune that she does not recognize sung by a voice that is just as unfamiliar. She stops with the intent of lingering only a moment; not because her next class is worth attending, (because it isn’t, and everyone knows that). It’s because she’s fallen behind her classmates and she doesn’t like being alone. However, her intents and purposes are shattered, for when she listens, she cannot stop.
“Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day.
And then it falls there, upon the stones,
Dampening the earth and the fairy homes…”
Pansy shakes her head and blinks quickly; each time her eyes close, the spell dissipates a little more, until she’s free.
The tune now becomes a wordless hum. She supposes it’s an interlude between verses.
“When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you…”
She holds her hands over her ears and takes a sluggish step in the direction of Hagrid’s hut. She thinks the song will go away if she moves, but as it so happens, it’s only louder here. Then again, she’s never been good at guessing games.
“When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you…”
Pansy scowls, hoping that the tall flowers beside her will wilt.
“Thus I remember the days gone by
When we sang and danced with the river nigh…”
They don’t, and the song is only becoming stranger. If she listens to it any longer, she thinks she will go mad. Clenching her hands into fists, she otherwise stands still until she can pinpoint the origin of the song.
There is a willow tree, a weeping one, whose wispy leaves trail into the Black Lake. The direction fits, and as Pansy can see no one else, she decides that whoever is singing is doing so within the safety of its branches. She fights back a sinister smirk and strides toward it.
“Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms…”
When she reaches the tree, she pushes the living green curtain aside.
“Shut up!” she orders at once.
“Excuse me?” The singer steps out from behind the thin trunk.
Of course, it just has to be Lovegood… Pansy holds her head high, feeling a prickling sensation in her cheeks. Lovegood may be insane, but she’s also pretty in a somewhat appealing sort of way.
“Why aren’t you in class?” Pansy fumbles.
“I can’t go to class right now,” Lovegood answers in a dreamy voice. “Professor McGonagall has been possessed by Nitfits, and they’re fond of spreading. I tried to warn everyone, but they just laughed at me. I don’t see what’s so funny. Secondhand Nitfits can be just as harmful.”
Pansy scowls. “And so, what, now you’re singing a stupid song to keep them away?”
Luna blinks at her slowly. “What a silly idea!” she laughs. “Don’t you know that Nitfits are deaf?”
“Then why are you singing?”
“Don’t you mean what am I singing?”
“What?” Pansy stares at her.
“Why is quite simple once you know What.”
“Then what is it?”
“The Water Song,” Luna proclaims happily. “You sing it when you drink water. My mother and I always drank water together before she died.”
Pansy gapes at her. “But that’s completely m-!”
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Luna beams. She looks so pleased, it’s almost comical. “Everyone sings when they’re drinking alcohol, but they never realize that that only invites Taggles. This way, it’s quite safe!”
There’s really nothing for Pansy to say without feeling redundant, so instead of speaking, she takes the time to notice the cup in Luna’s hands.
“Would you like some, too?” The Ravenclaw doesn’t wait for a reply before squatting beside the lake and scooping out a cupful of murky water.
Pansy shrinks back in horror. “That’s disgusting!”
“No, it’s not. I washed my cup.”
The Slytherin snorts in amusement. “It’s not the cup, you dolt! It’s the water!”
She is only met with confusion. “But it’s just water. I don’t see what’s wrong.” To prove her point, she raises the cup to her lips and drinks. There are echoes of singing inside of it once it has been emptied.
“Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms…”
“No wonder you’re mental.”
Suddenly, Luna drops the cup and reaches out, grasping Pansy’s hands.
“What the hell?”
She skips in a circle, dragging Pansy with her. “This is my favorite part!” she whispers loudly, and then she tilts her head back, shouting the remaining lyrics as loudly as she can.
“And then they fill up with dragon tears
That will quench my thirst ere the thunder nears,
(La da dum da day…)”
-oOo-
At dinner that night, Pansy hums to herself, paying no mind to her meal.
“What are you singing?” Draco demands in disgust.
She blinks and shrugs, and then reaches for a glass of water. She glances at the Ravenclaw table with a smile.
Here are the lyrics to Luna's Water Song, if you wanted to know them:
Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day
Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day
And then it falls there, upon the stones,
Dampening the earth and the fairy homes
(La da dum da day…)
When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you
When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you
Thus I remember the days gone by
When we sang and danced with the river nigh
(La da dum da day…)
Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms
Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms
And then they fill up with dragon tears
That will quench my thirst ere the thunder nears
(La da dum da day…)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Pansy/Luna
Prompt: 7spells - a drinking song
Word Count: 878
Rating: PG
Summary: Pansy hears a most ridiculous yet captivating song.
Author's Notes: This one was fun to do. I got to write an insane little song. The original song/tune is The Jug of Punch by Altan, if you've ever heard of her. XP
The Water Song
"Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day…"
Pansy is almost to Care of Magical Creatures when she hears it: a soft and whimsical tune that she does not recognize sung by a voice that is just as unfamiliar. She stops with the intent of lingering only a moment; not because her next class is worth attending, (because it isn’t, and everyone knows that). It’s because she’s fallen behind her classmates and she doesn’t like being alone. However, her intents and purposes are shattered, for when she listens, she cannot stop.
“Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day.
And then it falls there, upon the stones,
Dampening the earth and the fairy homes…”
Pansy shakes her head and blinks quickly; each time her eyes close, the spell dissipates a little more, until she’s free.
The tune now becomes a wordless hum. She supposes it’s an interlude between verses.
“When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you…”
She holds her hands over her ears and takes a sluggish step in the direction of Hagrid’s hut. She thinks the song will go away if she moves, but as it so happens, it’s only louder here. Then again, she’s never been good at guessing games.
“When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you…”
Pansy scowls, hoping that the tall flowers beside her will wilt.
“Thus I remember the days gone by
When we sang and danced with the river nigh…”
They don’t, and the song is only becoming stranger. If she listens to it any longer, she thinks she will go mad. Clenching her hands into fists, she otherwise stands still until she can pinpoint the origin of the song.
There is a willow tree, a weeping one, whose wispy leaves trail into the Black Lake. The direction fits, and as Pansy can see no one else, she decides that whoever is singing is doing so within the safety of its branches. She fights back a sinister smirk and strides toward it.
“Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms…”
When she reaches the tree, she pushes the living green curtain aside.
“Shut up!” she orders at once.
“Excuse me?” The singer steps out from behind the thin trunk.
Of course, it just has to be Lovegood… Pansy holds her head high, feeling a prickling sensation in her cheeks. Lovegood may be insane, but she’s also pretty in a somewhat appealing sort of way.
“Why aren’t you in class?” Pansy fumbles.
“I can’t go to class right now,” Lovegood answers in a dreamy voice. “Professor McGonagall has been possessed by Nitfits, and they’re fond of spreading. I tried to warn everyone, but they just laughed at me. I don’t see what’s so funny. Secondhand Nitfits can be just as harmful.”
Pansy scowls. “And so, what, now you’re singing a stupid song to keep them away?”
Luna blinks at her slowly. “What a silly idea!” she laughs. “Don’t you know that Nitfits are deaf?”
“Then why are you singing?”
“Don’t you mean what am I singing?”
“What?” Pansy stares at her.
“Why is quite simple once you know What.”
“Then what is it?”
“The Water Song,” Luna proclaims happily. “You sing it when you drink water. My mother and I always drank water together before she died.”
Pansy gapes at her. “But that’s completely m-!”
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Luna beams. She looks so pleased, it’s almost comical. “Everyone sings when they’re drinking alcohol, but they never realize that that only invites Taggles. This way, it’s quite safe!”
There’s really nothing for Pansy to say without feeling redundant, so instead of speaking, she takes the time to notice the cup in Luna’s hands.
“Would you like some, too?” The Ravenclaw doesn’t wait for a reply before squatting beside the lake and scooping out a cupful of murky water.
Pansy shrinks back in horror. “That’s disgusting!”
“No, it’s not. I washed my cup.”
The Slytherin snorts in amusement. “It’s not the cup, you dolt! It’s the water!”
She is only met with confusion. “But it’s just water. I don’t see what’s wrong.” To prove her point, she raises the cup to her lips and drinks. There are echoes of singing inside of it once it has been emptied.
“Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms…”
“No wonder you’re mental.”
Suddenly, Luna drops the cup and reaches out, grasping Pansy’s hands.
“What the hell?”
She skips in a circle, dragging Pansy with her. “This is my favorite part!” she whispers loudly, and then she tilts her head back, shouting the remaining lyrics as loudly as she can.
“And then they fill up with dragon tears
That will quench my thirst ere the thunder nears,
(La da dum da day…)”
-oOo-
At dinner that night, Pansy hums to herself, paying no mind to her meal.
“What are you singing?” Draco demands in disgust.
She blinks and shrugs, and then reaches for a glass of water. She glances at the Ravenclaw table with a smile.
Here are the lyrics to Luna's Water Song, if you wanted to know them:
Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day
Oh, the water does splash and play
Glittering as gold by the light of day
And then it falls there, upon the stones,
Dampening the earth and the fairy homes
(La da dum da day…)
When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you
When the leaves start to drip with dew,
I may close my eyes and think thoughts of you
Thus I remember the days gone by
When we sang and danced with the river nigh
(La da dum da day…)
Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms
Sometimes whilst laughing, I cup my palms
‘Neath the misty skies and forget my qualms
And then they fill up with dragon tears
That will quench my thirst ere the thunder nears
(La da dum da day…)