Waiting to bloom
Like a light bulb
In a dark room
I'm just sittin' here, waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
-- Norah Jones
Sunday, April 23rd ~*~ Evening
She'd been rushing to get things ready and she mental thanked Sirius for keeping Harry distracted while she'd disappeared. He was a nice
Harry's bedroom was filled with the softly flickering light of candles. The covers on the bed were turned down invitingly. Low music was playing softly.
And there, leaning against the doorway to the bath was Daphne, wearing one of Harry's dressing gowns and a tentative smile.