Astronomy // Percy Weasley

Battle Of The Black Family

Posted: 10th August 2020.
Over the bend, entirely bonkers,
You like me best when I'm off my rocker.
Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed.
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are.

Roselyn's POV
I'm now sitting in the living room of Grimmauld Place, you see early this morning Mr Weasley was attacked and is at St Mungo's Hospital For Magical Maladies And Injuries. The twins, Ron, Ginny, Harry and I have been sent yo Grimmauld Place early to stay with dad since Mrs Weasley is visiting Mr Weasley, and will be bringing us updates on his recovery. After sitting for a few hours in silence Mrs Weasley gets here, and after telling us all she know which is Mr Weasley as internal bleeding but that they should be able to help him, with a still worried look upon her face Mrs Weasley begins preparing lunch for us since we all ignored breakfast even Ronald. As I sit at the table I pick at my food and occasionally handing bits of my sandwich to Siri, a few seats down Mrs Weasley thanking dad for letting Fred, George, Ron and Ginny stay here and him just saying that it's fine clearly liking that he could help. After we all finished the Weasleys and Harry plan on going to St Mungo's so as to see Mr Weasley, but though I want to check up on him I say that I'll stay here to keep dad company. I walk up to dad's room and hear music playing, the song We Will Rock You by Queen, opening the door I see dad dancing around and singing in a leather jacket, jeans and a t-shirt saying 'Are you Sirius?'. I let out a laugh saying "You sing?" and dad looking smug "and dance, back in the day I was in a band with Prongs, Moony and Pettigrew". After messing around for an hour or so dad challenges me to a Battle of the Black Family, first he's up singing,

Buddy, you're a boy, make a noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday.
You got mud on your face, you
big disgrace.
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'.
We will, we will rock you,
We will, we will rock you.
Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the streets, gonna take on the world someday.
You got blood on your face, you
big disgrace.
Waving your banner all over the place.
We will, we will rock you, sing it!
We will, we will rock you, yeah.
Buddy, you're an old man, poor man,
Pleading with your eyes, gonna get you some peace someday.
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace.
Someone better put you back in your place, do it!
We will, we will rock you, yeah yeah, come on!
We will, we will rock you, alright, louder!
We will, we will rock you, one more time.
We will. We will rock you.

Then once dad finished I begin singing one of the best songs I've ever wrote "The Judge".

Na na na na oh oh
Na na na na oh oh
Nan na na na oh oh

When the leader of the bad guys sang
Something soft and soaked in pain
I heard an echo from his secret hideaway.
He must've forgot  to close his doors
As he cranked out his dismal chords
And his four walls declared him insane

I found my way
Right time, wrong place
As I pled my case.

You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
I know my souls freezing
Hell's hot for good reason
So please, take me.

Na na na na oh
Na na na na oh
Na na na na oh

Three lights are lit
But the fourth one's out
I xsn tell cause its a bit darker
Than the last night's bout
I forgot about the drought
Of light bulbs in this house
So I head out
Down the route I think I think is heading south.
But I'm not good with directions
And I hide behind my mouth
I'm a pro at imperfections
And I'm best friends with my doubt
And now that my mind's out
And now I hear it clear and loud
I'm thinking "Wow,
I probably should've stayed inside my house".

I found my way
Right time, wrong place
As I pled my case.

You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no
Set me free.
I know my soul's freezing
Hell's high for good reason
So please

I don't know if this song
Is a surrender of a revel
I don't know if this one
Is about me or the devil.

I don't know if this song
Is a surrender or a revel
I don't know if this one
Is about me or the devil.

You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
I know my soul's freezing
Hell's high for good reason
So please.

Na na na na oh, oh
Na na na na oh, oh
Na na na na oh, oh
Na na na na oh, oh

You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no

As I finish I hear clapping and turn to see all of the others, clearly just having got back from St Mungo's. I blush at the sudden attention and look to the floor in embarrassment at so many people having heard me sing. Then after a bit we go downstairs waiting for dinner, all of us sitting in the kitchen with them talking loudly whilst I continue reading Stories by Edgar Allan Poe, a famous muggle Author and Poet.

A/n yes I know its boring but honestly I haven't much inspiration recently and I've been really preoccupied.