#26 Sing me a Song

The whole way to Highfield, Lindsey heard her grandma singing with her mother, the two going back and forth from Scottish Folk to the old song that were in Gaelic. It brought Lindsey a peace that she couldn't help but smile about. Her father and grandsire helped with all the luggage and unpacking. 

The greenhouses could be seen not far from the house, the Stable had mild activity, and a younger child ran out to greet them. Lindsey's younger brother, Ian, was all smiled and couldn't wait to greet his sister. 

"Ye're Back!" His young voice shouted as he rushed up to her and embraced her. She found herself smiling and hugging him back, earning a look of endearment from those around.

"Aye, I am... What mischief have ye done all year long?" The boy laughed at her question and just shrugged, earning a scuff from his father and a ruffle of hair from his grandfather.

"Go on to the stables, lad... Ol' Alex is waitin' ta give ya lessons taday," her father said as he gave the boy a pat on the back. Shaking his head, he looked over at his daughter with a smile. "Ye're ma prepared the extra bed in ye're room for ye're friend... I suggest ye head inside and take her on a wee tour." Lindsey nodded to her father and smiled over at Sinead.

"Come on," she said as she fixed her own strap on her bag. It was the only thing she hadn't put in her trunk, as it had her sketchbooks and things in it. Upon entering the house, it was clear her mother kept it neat, but her father filled it with Scottish history. There was a long sword over the fireplace and family pictures. Some moved and others didn't.

Lindsey found her room with easy and opened it up to reveal a fair size room, with a desk and a place for Mungo to roost, if he so desired. She had a window over looking a field and sketches hung on her wall. There was a poster of the Scottish Quidditch team and a several pictures from years past. It wasn't fancy, but it was homey.